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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
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Gladio/Noctis + Prompto, accidental voyeurism
Date: 2016-12-20 04:11 pm (UTC)Fill.
Date: 2016-12-21 03:27 am (UTC)With the mood significantly less heavier than before, Prompto feels less guilty about taking his time to poke around at all the amenities -a snack bar, a liquor cabinet, free cable, a Jacuzzi tub, and giant walk-in closets. It's practically paradise, surrounded by tall windows overlooking the ocean front and the salty sea breeze perpetually soaking the air around him. He could stay here forever if they'd let him, glad to be far and away from intimately getting to know the great outdoors.
Hey, Gladio may find it appealing, but he's already had his fill of sleeping on top of sabertusk shit for a lifetime while exotically-sized bugs either try to claw out his face or suck his blood. No thanks. Fortunately, they'd made enough money from hunts to splurge for a single night, and with Ignis out grilling the local chef for recipes and Gladio and Noctis doing some late night fishing together, that frees up the large tub all for himself.
-Except the damned thing comes equipped with more knobs and buttons than Prompto knows what to do with, and he gets stuck trying to decipher the control panel for 10 minutes when he hears the door to the hotel room slam open. The impact is hard enough to make some of the decorative pictures rattle, which, in turn, causes Prompto to immediately tense up thinking it's either the Niflheim army finally catching up to them or a really aggressive room service attendant. Neither are good news, so his gun is summoned swiftly to his hand as he opens the bathroom door just a crack to peek out.
With his limited vision, he manages to spot Gladio and Noctis, which is a relief. No one out to kill him today! Though, it worries him that they look like they're about to break out into a nasty fight, especially with how tightly Gladio's got Noctis pinned to the door, arms pushed over his head as he stares down the prince and practically breathes into his face. Noctis' teeth are clenched tightly together in return as he glares up at him, refusing him to budge.
Should he interfere or let them argue it out? He really doesn't want it to escalate to the point where they'd start throwing punches, but they also might be having an argument about something personal. If only he could hear what they were whispering to one another, subtly opening the door just a few millimeters wider to try and listen. He manages to pick up a few muffled phrases-
"…don't have much time. You sure about this?"
Gladio's voice sounds soft for a guy who's supposedly pissed off, and the more he observes Noctis' face, he doesn't really look all that agitated.
"Quick before Ignis and Prompto come back."
'Prompto's already here!!'
He's just about to announce that very important fact when his whole body freezes, hand flat against the door with his fingers splayed while wide eyes bear witness to the fact that his very engaged friend is kissing his very lady-loving friend on the mouth. With tongue. A lot of tongue. Way too much tongue, and Prompto's so flummoxed by even the idea of it that the actual reality of it leaves him as an immovable pile of limbs, just outright staring.
Gladio abandons Noctis' arms in favor of sliding his hands under his ass and pinning his back hard to the door while Noctis, showing more enthusiasm than he's ever seen out of him (for anything that isn't fishing at least), takes that as a queue to wind his legs around Gladio's waist and bury his hands into his hair, fingers pushing through the long strands and curling them tight around the edges as he bites at Gladio's bottom lips. There are more breathed out words between them, things lost in the whirl of the air conditioner that Prompto is glad he can't hear right now because he's still not done processing the fact that Gladio and Noctis are making out.
'Ohnoohnoohnoohnoaretheygonnadoit?' It's bad enough he's seen this much, but he doesn't actually want to watch his friends go at it -and how long has this even been going on?? Friends for five years, his ass! Noctis could have told him at some point that he and his bodyguard were occasionally using their rest spots for …that. He thought they were best buds, but this cuts him deeply to the core.
Even so, he does want to give them some modicum of privacy, especially since it looks like they're about seconds from defiling that door. Gladio's hand has disappeared somewhere down the back of Noctis' pants, and he can hear his best friend's voice start to crack a little, drawn out groans escalating to the point where they echo off the walls and he really, really, really never wanted to know what his friend sounds like on the verge of coming like that.
Both his hands clamp around his ears as panic sets in, wondering if it'd be a good idea to announce his presence now or if he should just… wait it out. Maybe jump out the window? Except there are no windows in the bathroom, so he's sort of trapped. Maybe he should call Ignis to interrupt? But does Ignis even know about this? He would know about this, wouldn't he? Was he seriously the only one left in the dark??
He and Noctis are going to have a serious talk about this later assuming he doesn't end up traumatized for life. As it is, every time he peaks out the crack in the door, he sees more skin being exposed -Gladio's shirt shoved down his arms and hanging at the elbows while Noctis' own jacket ends up on the ground, and his pants are hanging open, slung low on his waist while he bucks up into Gladio's body.
"You got the-…you know…?" Noctis asks, his voice still strained into heavy pants that Prompto tries to desperately block out because seeing and hearing his best friend like that is …it's a lot of things. Distressing. Disturbing. Kind of hot. Mostly weird.
"Yeah," Gladio answers, "back pocket. Just give me a sec."
'What are they talking about?'
Against his better judgment, he does keep peeking because he has nothing else to really distract himself, and watching the tattoo splayed across Gladio's back move in conjunction with his dorsal muscles clenching and releasing is strangely entrancing. He's always envied him for having a large, powerful build like that, but it kind of nicely contrasts with Noctis' leaner build. They do make a good-looking pair and- oh wow, he did not just think that. Nope, there's no way. He's definitely scrubbing this mental image out of his mind, trying to physically brush it out somehow by tersely rubbing the back of his eyelids.
It doesn't stop the noises from filtering through as Noctis back scrapes against the door with Gladio grinding against him tightly, and he's caught in between Gladio's low and heavy grunts and Noctis' frantic breaths hitching louder and louder as they try to fuck each other through their clothes. Then things go quiet except for the rustling of clothes, and it takes Prompto a moment to realize that Noctis is being further undressed, pants tugged off hastily and discarded with his underwear on the ground before his legs clamp once more around Gladio's waist to cinch the taller man in towards him.
"Hurry up," Noctis hisses out impatiently, "can't hold it much longer."
"I'm going, I'm going. You want to do this yourself?"
"Only if it'll get you to put it in faster."
"We'll see how you feel about that tomorrow when you're stuck sitting in the regalia on your ass all day."
Are they really arguing now of all times? Lucky for Gladio any more complaints Noctis has quickly dissolve into stuttered gasps, loosened from his lips as Gladio's fingers disappear inside, and it feels like it's the point of no return in terms of escaping. There's no way Prompto can interrupt now, so he's left staring in morbid curiosity at the sight of Noctis' face growing flustered as his eyes draw shut and his kiss-swollen lips part, now starting to wrap around Gladio's name in lieu of being able to say anything else.
He looks captivating like that, different than the Noctis he's used to seeing -vulnerable with his normally sharp features softened to that extent. Likewise, Gladio's own face grows more intense as he looks at him, dark eyes watching Noctis with unbidden fascination, like he's trying to commit every second of it to memory. Whatever exists between them it definitely runs pretty deep, which makes him feel all the worst for watching them, for feeling himself stirred by them, for being unable to stamp down the sudden surge of heat sliding between his own legs as he sees Gladio push his fingers in deeper -sees Noctis' head snap back against the door and his voice grow hoarse as he curses loudly (and possibly makes the late King Regis turn in his grave some more).
"Relax," Gladio tells him quietly, withdrawing his fingers just so he can grab a condom. Noctis helps him roll it on fast and coat it with lubricant before pulling it inside himself, and yes, they're officially doing it.
His friends are. doing it. together. with each other.
He repeats those words in his head as he settles one hand over his own mouth and sinks to the floor, struggling to reconcile the sight before him with how hard his own dick is pressed against his underwear and the fact that Noctis and Gladio are so absorbed in each other, they aren't even paying a second's worth of attention to their surroundings. It's for the better as his guilt is only becoming more overpowering at this rate as Gladio's hips start thrusting forward while he holds Noctis' steady against the door so he can bury himself deep in his body. And Noctis encourages it with every tug of his hand against Gladio's hair, every quiet gasped out version of Gladio's name, every clench of his legs around him as his back arches away from the door, desperate to meet his thrusts.
Their pace grows from something careful and slow to frenzied within seconds, and Prompto is left to pick up his slack jaw off the ground as his own body keeps reacting in spite of his brain yelling at him not to. His fingers itch to grasp himself, to move over his cock, to tug and stroke himself raw while he stays glued to the crack in the door, eying Gladio as he pounds into his best friend harder and covers Noctis' mouth with his own to try and muffle him. They barely last long like that, too many locked up frustrations suddenly pried out, leaving them urgent and shaking when they do finally come against each other. Noctis is the first one to snap, eyes squeezed shut and body twisting wildly against the door as his fingernails threaten to break the skin on Gladio's back. That quickly triggers Gladio's release as he slams his way in, knocking Noctis' hips back against the door to empty himself inside, and he lingers there, deep in his body, holding him as their foreheads touch and as he whispers something quiet that makes Noctis laugh richly and gently, in a way that sends another fresh wave of heat straight to Prompto's groin before he mentally kicks himself for not giving them their privacy.
This whole thing is just …wrong. Obviously not them being together. They seem pretty happy, all things considered. But none of this was ever meant for anyone else's eyes to see, a fact that's all too apparent in the hushed, gentle tones they do regard each other with in private and the small matching expressions he's never seen any of them show in broad daylight.
Not wanting to expose himself to any more of it, Prompto finally scuttles to the opposite end of the bathroom and waits patiently for the two of them to get dressed and for the sound of the front door to close so he can finally take his bath …and man, does he need it badly now as he struggles to shift his pants around enough so that it doesn't keep pressing uncomfortably into his neglected erection.
Noctis manages to get dressed in record time after cleaning himself up with a few hotel tissues. Not really his choice, but they'll do in a pinch. Right now, it's more important to regroup with Prompto and Ignis for the night, though his body feels sore all over from the impromptu work-out, and Gladio's throwing him a smug look that's already making him regret the midday quickie. But who knows when they'll get that much time to themselves again, privacy having long ago become a luxury since they hit the road?
Fortunately, Ignis is still where they left him, chatting up the chef and jotting things down in his handy recipe notebook. As for Prompto… that's a trickier question, eyes skimming the surrounding restaurant quickly before asking Ignis about it.
"You seen Prompto anywhere?"
"He told me was heading back to the hotel room a few minutes ago to take a bath."
Noctis doesn't know what he must look like to Ignis and all of the restaurant's onlookers at the moment, but he's pretty sure all the color has drained from his face in record time as he stands there with his mouth agape.
"Are you all right, Noct?" Ignis asks in concern, and all he can do is answer him in a mute nod.
Gladio looks similarly horror stricken next to him before the two of them simultaneously turn heel and start bolting back to the hotel room.
= The End =
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