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FILL 1/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-25 06:45 pm (UTC)Which is why he’s here, in the Eos Bar on 88th street, spending the last of his cash before he has to dash what remains of his pride in the morning.
“This is it, Prompto,” he says. “It was nice knowing you.”
“Dude, you aren’t dying,” says Prompto, his best friend of five years and the only bulwark against Noct’s nonexistent sense of self preservation. “You’re just talking to him.”
“Yes,” Noct says, meaningly. “To my dad. Who wants me, and I quote, to Get this Queer nonsense out of your system before your marriage to Lunafreya. Who! May I add!” He smacks his hand on the table, making their glasses jump. “Is the biggest. Fucking. Lesbian. In Insomnia.”
“You told me that,” Prompto says. “Look, if it’s that bad, dude, just ask Cindy for your job back.”
“Not likely,” says Noct. “You remember what I did to her grandpa’s car.” There’s a moment of silence as they both consider this, and Prompto nods. “No, tomorrow, I’m going to crawl back into the loving arms of Regis Lucis Caelum the five hundredth and sixty third and say, You know that whole bisexuality thing? Just a phase! Welcome me home, Dad, I’m dead inside!”
“You are such a dramatic shit, man.” Prompto lifts his glass to Noct’s and cheers him. “You need to escape, text me, okay? I’m not gonna let my best friend ruin his life just because he’s broke.”
“I’m not broke, Prom. I’m beyond broke. I’ve walked through the land of Broke and come out the other side into the city of Oh God, I’m Fucked, and let me tell you, it’s a fucking adventure.”
Noct downs his beer and winces.
“Come on, bro.” Prompto drags him to his feet. “Let’s dance. You never know, maybe it’s your lucky day, and some hot dude has a thing for scrawny, emo rich kids.”
“Not a rich kid,” Noct protests, but he follows Prompto anyway. The dance floor is a mess, full of young straight women from yet another bridal party, and Noct and Prompto hang out at the fringes and try not to let the other one know how bored they are.
That’s when Noct sees him.
“Shit,” he says. “Prompto, it Ardyn.”
“Oh, fuck.” Prompto looks up, sees the auburn-haired spectre of bad hookups past making a beeline towards them, and does the only thing that a well-meaning best friend can think of: He shoves Noct bodily into the crowd beside him.
Noct stumbles over his heavy boots and grabs onto the nearest arm for balance. He’s swung round to face what looks like a veritable mountain of muscle and blue-grey tattoos, and looks up into amber eyes that widen in good-natured surprise.
“Noct?” The voice he hears from the left of the crowd drips with smug amusement. “Is that you?”
“What do you mean?” Prompto’s voice is too high. “I don’t see him! He isn’t here!”
Noct looks up at the man he’s still holding by the arms, and over at the flash of grey and green cloth that is definitely Ardyn pushing through the crowd, and wonders how long he’d have to wait in jail for starting a fight in one of Insomnia’s most prestigious gay bars.
“Hey.” The man he’s clinging to smiles wryly. “Need to get out?”
“I can manage,” Noct says, through gritted teeth. The man raises his eyebrows, and the next thing he knows, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tattooed is guiding him through the thick of the bachelorette party, an arm round his waist.
“Sorry,” he says, when they break into empty space on the other side of the floor. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Noct says. “Just really bad decisions coming back to haunt me.”
“I know how that goes.” The man grins, and gestures to the bar. “I’m Gladio. Want to grab a drink? On me.”
Noct hesitates. Oh, what the hell. There are worse ways to spend a last night of freedom.
FILL 2/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-25 08:54 pm (UTC)“Hell,” Noct says. “You have a driver?”
“Better than an Uber,” Gladio says. “Come on.”
The inside of the car is nice, and the leather seats remind Noct distressingly of his father’s favorite vintage model, before Gladio’s hand is on his thigh and his tongue is parting his lips, and honestly, who gives a fuck about leather anyways…
He isn’t sure how they make it to the top of Gladio’s penthouse apartment. Noct is a careful drinker, and he can already feel the buzz wearing off on the way up to the apartment, so when he’s let in, he asks to use the bathroom first. He sits on the edge of the tub and texts Prompto and his roommate, Ignis, to let them know that no, he isn’t in the clutches of a serial killer and yes, the bathroom tiles are heated, oh my god.
When he cleans up a bit, he steps out to see Gladio standing at the door to a room across the hall, checking his phone.
“C’mere,” Gladio says, and Noct obeys, lifting himself onto his toes to get a better grip on Gladio’s thick brown hair. The phone drops to the carpet, and Noct feels Gladio’s large hands grip his ass, dragging him up. He wraps his legs around Gladio’s waist, and the two of them stagger into the dark room beyond.
They already had their awkward conversation on how long it’s been since they’ve each been tested, but Noct is still relieved when, halfway through divesting each other of their clothes, Gladio fumbles in the bedside table for condoms.
He expected Gladio to be larger than normal, and isn’t disappointed, but what he hasn’t planned for is how gentle the man can be. Gladio spends a good amount of time just kissing him, exploring his body, brushing calloused hands over his nipples and running his lips along sensitive places that even Noct hasn’t bothered to consider. Noct can be, in the words of former lovers, a needy little shit sometimes, but this treatment is almost soothing, keeping him on the edge of pleasure without tipping over into discomfort.
“You’re beautiful,” Gladio says. Noct flushes—he’s no good at taking compliments—and Gladio grins. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Yes, just do it.”
“As you wish, princess,” Gladio says. Noct scowls, but it doesn’t sound like an insult, and suddenly he can hear the click of a bottle cap and Gladio’s fingers brush his entrance and oh, oh god—
“Relax,” Gladio says, and Noct takes a long breath as Gladio presses a finger in to the second knuckle. He squirms against it, desperate for more, and Gladio laughs a little and traces a tongue over Noct’s left nipple as he pushes a second finger in and crooks it just so. Noct reaches for his own erection, but Gladio pushes his hand away, and he whines.
“That’s a nice sound.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“You want me to stop?” Gladio looks at him seriously, and Noct shakes his head.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
By the end of the night, Noct is pushed up against the headboard with one hand clutched on the brasswork while he frantically jerks off with the other, trying to match Gladio’s relentless pace as the larger man thrusts into him. This is hardly gentle, but it’s overwhelmingly good, and Gladio’s cock hits his prostate with almost every forward thrust. Noct comes first, and his hand slips from the headboard as he slumps onto the pillows, gasping. Gladio grunts and holds him up by the hips, and pounds into him so fiercely that Noct is pushed forward on the soft sheets. He keeps going even as he comes, and finally stills, running his hands over Noct’s trembling thighs.
“Fuck,” he says. “That’s—Noct? Noct, are you okay?” He pulls out a little too quickly, and Noct winces, but he doesn’t understand the sudden concern. It isn’t until Gladio’s hands touch Noct’s cheeks that he realizes, and he laughs.
“Oh, no,” he says. “I, uh, this is embarrassing, but I’m—“
“Didn’t take you for a crier,” Gladio says, relief pouring from him in waves. “Was it too much?” He sits back and removes his condom, then ties it and clambers off the bed.
“Not too much,” Noct assures him, and rolls onto his side. “Hey, come back.” He knows he’s whining, but he doesn’t care. Gladio returns from the other end of the room and pulls him into his arms.
They kiss slow after that, and Gladio asks him if he’s in college, how come he was on the run from an ex who looked at least twice his age, what plans he has for the future. Noct stumbles through it, painfully aware that he has no plans other than to go home and beg forgiveness for the crime of trying to exist on his own terms for a while.
Gladio isn’t very pleased with that.
“Honestly?” he says, “That has to be the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”
“I didn’t say it was a good plan,” Noct admits. “It’s the only plan. I’m getting evicted in two weeks, and Prompto isn’t allowed to have any more hangers-on at his place.”
“So you’re going to lie? Get married to a girl you don’t like?”
“I like her fine,” Noct says, a little defensive. “Just not like that. And trust me, the feeling’s mutual.” He groans. “This is depressing. So what’s your story? You do this often? No offense, but you don’t seem like the pick-up type.”
“I don’t really have time for serious relationships,” Gladio says. “But no, I’m not into random hook-ups, either. This was a… rare case.”
“Huh. Should I be flattered?”
“Easy on the ego.” Gladio smacks him on the ass, and Noct pulls a face that makes the other man laugh. “I guess. Look. Don’t go to your dad’s tomorrow.”
“Don’t have much choice.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I have experience in this kind of thing.” Gladio runs a hand up Noct’s cheek and brushes a thumb under his eye. “Take a day to think about it. You can stay here, if you want—I have to go to work in the morning, but it won’t be a problem.”
Noct looks around at the bedroom, so well furnished that it would put even his room at home to shame. “I don’t know, I don’t want to impose…”
“I’ll bring you something back from Rosa’s. It’s a patisserie on 45th and Weston. Tiny iced cakes the size of your finger. Come on.”
Noct laughs. “Are you bribing me?”
“If it stops you from running headfirst into a miserable situation, sure.” Gladio presses his lips to Noct’s neck and bites down, making him gasp. “And if you’re up for a repeat of tonight, I won’t say no…”
Noct runs his hands over the feathers of the tattoo on Gladio’s back and thinks about it. “Alright,” he says, at last. “Just for tomorrow. Still not sure why you’d even care, though.”
Gladio chuckles against the curve of Noct’s shoulder, raising goosebumps on his skin. “Let’s just say I’m a soft touch for hopeless cases,” he says, and sits up to pull Noct into a crushing kiss, full of promise.
Re: FILL 2/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 05:32 am (UTC)Re: FILL 2/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 05:47 am (UTC)Re: FILL 2/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 01:19 pm (UTC)FILL 3/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 03:31 pm (UTC)------
The next day, Noct wakes alone in Gladio’s enormous bed, curled up on his side with most of the blankets tangled between his legs. He scrambles up to his arms, startled by the strangeness of waking up in an unfamiliar bed, and catches sight of a tray on the bedside table. It bears what looks like the flakiest, lightest chocolate croissant known to man, a glass of juice, and some sort of fruit bowl that Noct is perfectly happy to ignore. There is a note, too, tucked next to a pitcher of coffee:
You sleep like the dead. Feel free to do whatever, just don’t break shit or set anything on fire.
P.S. Don’t visit your dad. There’s cake in it for you.
-G
“Romantic,” Noct says dryly, and gets to work on decimating the croissant.
It’s already past noon, so Noct puts on his old clothes and walks out into the living room. Most of the walls are stacked high with bookshelves, though there’s a massive TV and at least three video game consoles crammed inside the entertainment center. There’s another room leading off through the gap in two bookcases, and Noct grimaces at the sight of what looks like a small gym. Well, Gladio has to keep his muscles toned somehow. Noct makes his way to the bathroom instead, and has to take about three seconds to think it over before immediately turning on the tap in the bath.
The tub is enormous—big enough to fit three people. Or one person and Gladio, Noct thinks, and shivers a little at the implication. He sinks into the bath with a groan of pleasure. How long has it been since he didn’t have to huddle directly under the showerhead and hope that the water hadn’t been turned off again? He soaks for a good hour, and leaves his clothes in an unruly pile at the door.
When Gladio comes back in the mid-afternoon, Noct is wearing boxers and one of Gladio’s softest cotton shirts, and is curled up on the couch with a growing collection of abandoned books scattered around him.
“You stayed,” Gladio says, in a slightly baffled tone. Noct lifts his head.
“Didn’t feel like a walk of shame,” he says. “Not that I have any.”
“I noticed,” Gladio replies, with a pointed look at Noct’s legs. Noct stretches them out, propping his bare feet on the arm of the couch, and grins at how the other man has to tear his gaze away. “I brought you cake. Consider it a Congrats, You Aren’t Going Back in the Closet gift.”
“You’re the most thoughtful one night stand a guy could have,” Noct says. “But I am going back. Evicted in two weeks, remember?” He rolls off the couch and heads over to the counter, where Gladio has set down a bag that radiates with the aura of potential cakehood.
“About that.” Gladio lifts a paper box out of the bag, not quite meeting Noct’s eyes. “I thought, maybe. Do you want to do this again?”
“Cake? Yes, thank you.”
“Brat.” Gladio pushes the box into Noct’s hands and starts undoing his tie. He looks larger in a suit, and the finely tailored cloth makes his shoulders impossibly broad. “I was thinking dinner tomorrow night. If you don’t have anything planned.”
Noct speaks through a mouthful of icing. “Other than seeing my dad…”
“Don’t.” Gladio’s voice is firm. “Come to dinner instead.”
Noct has probably ruined the dramatic effect of this statement by shoving another tiny cake in his mouth, but really, he hasn’t had a dessert that didn’t come from a grocery store bakery in over two years. Even the possibility of another night of mind-blowing sex isn’t enough to deter him from the truly important things in life.
“Sure,” he says, when he can breathe through his mouth again. “Twist my arm.”
FILL 4/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 07:24 pm (UTC)Clothes?
He lifts out a black dress shirt wrapped in protective plastic, with the faintest motif of skulls around the hem. Under that are a pair of pants of the kind of soft fabric Noct hasn’t worn in years, and still under that is a fine black jacket with a card tucked into the front pocket. Noct pulls out the card and squints at it.
For dinner tonight. Hope I guessed your size right. – G
“Man,” Noct says, looking down at the fortune in clothing on his impromptu table. “If you can buy me this, pay my fucking rent.” He isn’t mad about it, though, which should be worrying. He looks at the clock. Six hours until the dinner. Date. Whatever it is. Plenty of time to go back to bed for an hour or three.
Noct, of course, ends up running thirty minutes late. He shows up at the restaurant—one of those bougie deals with waitstaff who are trained to make unwashed scrublords like Noct feel two inches high—wearing the clothes Gladio sent him with a bit of trepidation. They fit well, but he wonders what exactly he’s getting into with this.
He doesn’t have to wonder long.
“Wait,” he says, thirty minutes into the meal. “So you’re saying, you want me to… live with you.”
“If you’re into it,” Gladio says.
“Like a sort of… house-sitter with benefits?”
“Sure. You don’t have to move back in with your dad or worry about bills for a while, and I get the pleasure of your company.”
“Like Pretty Woman?” Noct asks, through a mouth full of steak. Gladio winces.
“Thanks for that. No, you won’t be obligated to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just…” he sighs. “Empty, even when I’m not on a business trip out of town, and you’re nice, so I thought…”
“I get it.” Noct tries to keep the eagerness out of his voice as he says, “So, we’re going back to your place after this, or…?”
Gladio’s answering grin is enough to send heat to Noct’s cheeks. “Yeah. Let me get the check.”
Noct manages to make it up three flights in the elevator to Gladio’s apartment before he starts undoing the larger man’s dress shirt. His own new clothes are a rumpled mess by the tenth floor, and he’s already half hard and panting for breath when they stagger out of the elevator and into the darkness of Gladio’s apartment. Noct scrambles to disrobe, and when Gladio pushes him down onto the large couch by the bookshelves, he’s shucking off his boxers without a second thought.
“What do you want, Noct?” Gladio asks. The light of the distant bedroom draws an outline around his naked form, and he stops just short of Noct as the younger man sprawls on the couch.
“We’re playing that game?” Noct smirks. “Where you ask me to say, Oh, fuck me, Gladio, fuck me so good, I want your big, hard, monster cock in my—” He cackles as Gladio climbs over him, grinning, and presses calloused fingers over his lips.
“If you talk like that,” Gladio says, “I’m gonna rethink this whole arrangement. Which is what I’m asking about, and you know it.”
“Ask me after you fuck my brains out,” Noct says, lips brushing against Gladio’s hands. “Be polite.”
“You won’t feel much like talking, then.”
Noct groans. “I’m here, aren’t I? Isn’t that answer enough?” Gladio removes his hand and looks down on him sternly. “Yes. Alright. Let’s give it a shot. Just a few weeks to start with, right?”
“Right,” Gladio says, and presses his body flush to Noct’s. “Now, let’s see if I can make you beg, after all.”
He can, and he does.
This time, Gladio makes Noct undo himself. He ghosts his fingers over Noct’s as Noct draws himself to the edge, then watches him squirm as he strains to brush his prostate with three fingers, sloppy with lube and tense at this angle. Gladio draws back completely as Noct comes, and Noct crawls towards him, eyes unfocused, lips parted as he gasps for breath in the aftermath of his release.
“Don’t have to push it, princess,” Gladio says, and Noct glares as he heaves himself onto the larger man’s lap. Gladio’s cock, painfully hard, brushes against Noct's as he settles down. Noct reaches down to slick him with lube, and closes his eyes at Gladio’s hiss at the touch.
“Thanks,” Noct says, and his voice oozes sarcasm. He lifts himself up, holding onto Gladio’s shoulder for support, and kisses him softly before he guides himself down onto Gladio’s length. He moves excruciatingly slow, and presses his forehead to Gladio’s and gasps at the hitching of his breath.
“You’re doing great,” Gladio says, and Noct kisses the side of his jaw under the ear. “Noct, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Shut up,” Noct gasps, and Gladio can feel the heat in his cheeks. He has taken Gladio’s full length, now, and he takes a moment to adjust before he starts to ride him in quick, shallow movements. Gladio tilts his head back, and Noct grabs his hair and pulls him forward into a rough kiss.
Except it’s not enough, and Gladio’s hands grip him at the hips and he practically bucks up into him as Noct takes him to the hilt. Noct leaves off even trying to concentrate on anything but the drag and spike of pleasure as Gladio fucks him, and leans his head on the older man’s shoulder. He fumbles to jerk himself off, but his movement is erratic, and Gladio lets Noct take over as he reaches between them to bring him into what turns out to be the second of many orgasms of the night. Gladio comes right after, and Noct takes a moment to steady his breathing before he slowly disengages from his lap.
“Right,” Noct says, flopping boneless onto the couch at Gladio’s side. “I can definitely live with this.”
Re: FILL 4/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-26 11:02 pm (UTC)Re: FILL 4/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-30 11:27 pm (UTC)FILL 5/5 Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-02-21 09:01 pm (UTC)-----------------
Noct hasn't really given much thought to when he started to fall for Gladio.
It could have started on the night that Noct crawled into the apartment on his hands and knees after hitting the club with Prompto, too trashed to walk, and vomited on the ridiculously soft carpet of the living room. Gladio didn't even scowl--just picked him up and dragged him to the bathroom, where he batted away Noct's fumbling hands in an effort to clean him off.
It could have been on the day that Noct caught Gladio working out and rolled under him while he was doing planks. Gladio had looked down on him, then, his amber eyes dark and crinkled with humor, before leaning in to peck Noctis on the nose. Something in his gaze caught Noct so off guard that he forgot why he'd moved in the first place, and it wasn't until Gladio was grinding down on him, one hand palming Noct's cock, that he pushed away the disquieting moment and gave himself to pleasure.
It could have been when Gladio brought him to meet his sister, Iris, who immediately developed a ridiculous, endearing crush that no amount of "I am gay, so fucking gay," could quell. The way Gladio had laughed, the softness in his voice when he spoke to Iris, the hand he kept on Noct's back... It could have been then.
But right now, as Noct holds up a frankly disgustingly large trout on the third day of their vacation to the mountains, he knows.
He's fallen for Gladiolus Amicitia.
"Fuck," he says, and the gasping trout in his hands flops onto the dock with a thud. He scrambles after it, but it makes a mad dash for freedom, swimming off into the dark water with one of Noct's favorite lures.
Behind him, Gladio snorts.
"Oh, laugh it up," Noct says. "That was going to be dinner."
"I stocked up back at the cabin," Gladio points out.
"Yeah, instant noodles don't count as stocked. I lived off of those for years." Noct searched for a good place to cast, and pinches the line with his forefinger and thumb.
"Respool the line before it's too late," Gladio warns, and Noct twists around to find Gladio right at his back, smiling down at him fondly. Noct opens his mouth slightly, and breathes in when the other man presses a thumb to his lower lip.
"God, I love you," Noct says, without thinking.
The silence between them is absolute. Gladio's thumb is still dragging on his lip, and his face has slipped from lazy amusement to complete and utter shock. Noct feels his chest go tight.
"I mean," he stammers. "I mean I. In the sense of."
Gladio kisses him softly, slipping his hand round to cup his cheek. The fishing rod juts into his side, and he pulls back with a breathy laugh.
"Right," he says. "Me, too."
"Thought you didn't have time for a typical relationship." Noct can't help it. It's like worrying a tooth, or picking at a scab. If he doesn't push at it, he's never going to know if it's true.
"Nothing about you is typical, Noct," Gladio says, and Noct feels a warmth run through him, rooting him to the spot.
"Fuck the fish," he says. Gladio laughs. "Let's go back."
They start in the shower, Noct thrusting shallowly into Gladio's face, smearing his lips with precome and buckling as the larger man slides an expert tongue under the head of his cock. Gladio holds him up by the hips and takes him into his mouth, making Noct cry out and dig sharp nails into his shoulders. Then Noct lets himself be dried in the too-large terrycloth towels, follows Gladio like he's tied to him by a line, and spends a good half hour worshiping every inch of the older man's body. Gladio moans and gasps appreciatively, but Noct is careful, and he only comes once. By the end of it, Gladio is painfully hard again, and his erection swings heavy as he rolls Noct onto his hands and knees on the bed.
By the time Gladio thrusts into him the way he wants it, Noctis is already a sobbing, drooling wreck on the sheets. Gladio knows by now what this means, but he pauses anyways to run his fingers behind the soft hair at the nape of the younger man's neck.
"Move, Gladio," Noct groans, trying to rock back into him. "Fuck, just..."
"I know," Gladio says, and slams into him. Noct's fingers clench on the sheets and he drags them half off the bed as Gladio fucks him senseless into the mattress. Noct comes first, hot and shuddering, and his legs tremble as Gladio follows. They stay there a minute, Gladio's length slowly going soft inside him, and when he pulls out, Noctis lets out a moan that's positively obscene.
"You're gonna kill me," Gladio says, and kisses his pliant mess of a mouth. Noct mumbles in reply and drags Gladio down with him, wrapping his legs around the larger man's thighs.
Noct isn't sure what they are, now. Boyfriends, lovers, emotionally compromised roommates with benefits. But whatever they are, whatever path they're just starting out on, all he knows is that it feels right. Right in a way nothing else in his life has been, so far.
"I love you," he says again, and Gladio kisses him, and the taste that lingers in his mouth is something like freedom.
Re: FILL 5/5 Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-02-24 04:44 pm (UTC)Re: FILL 5/5 Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-03-07 04:04 am (UTC)Re: FILL 5/5 Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-03-30 05:24 am (UTC)AO3 LINK FILL 5/5 Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-06-03 11:31 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/11084505/
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