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FILL 3/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby

[(Anonymous)]

It gets porny in the next part, promise!!

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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.”