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Just like me you've got needs

Who: Gladio & Ignis
When: evening after Truth or Dare
Where: One of the therapy offices
What: Apologies need to happen
Warnings: None yet?

This should be familiar by now. Wherever Iggy is, whatever he's doing, the tiger lily that has been absent all afternoon slinks over to him, butting his head into one hip, demanding pettings that rustle the limp dry leaves in his fur dangerously. He rumbles a curious sound, gently tugging at the hem of Ignis' shirt. Leo is a little slower than usual, a little less insistent than he'd normally be. The desert heat is dangerous for all of them but the lilies are struggling far more than the others. If Ignis is observant he may feel a damp patch of fur in the big cat's ruff.

So maybe Gladio had let himself cry over his kitten for awhile earlier.

Gradually Leo will lead him to one of the group therapy rooms, pawing the door open and nudging him towards the cushy armchair beside the desk and Gladio settled on the floor beside it, on his knees waiting to see if Ignis would even answer Leo's coaxing or if he was still too mad to face him.

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Ignis would have been hard pressed to ignore Leo when they were back on the islands, let alone now when he all too vividly remembers the tigerlily being the only part of Gladio he had left. On top of that, Leo is using what precious little energy he has in this horrid climate to come and get him. How can he refuse?

While he packs up what he was working on, he gives Leo what is left of his water ration for the day. It's then he notices the wet spot on the tigerlily's ruff and frowns, "Dad's pretty upset, isn't he? Blaming himself for everything as usual and not letting the mistakes go. Lets go make him feel better, okay?"

He carefully pats Leo on the head, and once the animal has finished the water he gave him, they head off to the office. Despite the nudging toward the chair, Ignis makes his way over to Gladio instead, putting his hands on the Shield's shoulders, "Come now. Off the floor. There is no reason for you to be there."

He doesn't quite look up at Ignis but the fact that he's willing to try to comfort him eases some of his worries. Gladio tips his head to brush his lips against Ignis' fingers at his shoulder but doesn't move. Ignis will certainly feel a number of welts and scratches under his fingers... proof that he and Liam at least had fun last night.

"There is, actually. Sit down, babe?"

Ignis would be more concerned about the welts and scratches if he didn't know where they had come from. As it is, they are a sign that as least something went right last night. He takes comfort in that, even if it frustrates him that Gladio won't get up.

With a sigh, Ignis takes a seat in the chair as he has been asked, "You don't owe me anything. You do realize that, right?"

"I owe you an apology." He's quick to respond but he sounds tired more than anything. Once Ignis is seated he does rearrange himself though, scooting over to sit at Ignis' feet, back just far enough that he's not in easy petting range. Then he's pulling Iggy's feet into his lap, slowly rolling up the cuffs of his sleep pants, fingers gliding over the skin of his calves.

"I talked to our firestarter earlier." He's not allowed to say it to Ardyn but he still likes the name for him. Shut up, Iggy, let him be sappy.

"You can just say 'I'm sorry,' you realize." Despite the gentle complaint, Ignis doesn't pull away from Gladio. Deep down, he knows this is more for the Shield than it is for him. He just wishes his lover didn't feel so much like he has to do to make up for his mistakes. Everyone makes them, after all.

"And what did he have to say?"

"I am... I'm sorry I didn't listen, babe. I just... I guess I just needed to hear it from him and I felt like, I dunno, you were kinda being overprotective." A little sheepish but still apologetic. He leans down, dropping a kiss on one ankle, before letting his boyfriend have his feet back for a moment. There's some soft sounds of movement, things being slid across the floor, a soft sloshing of water.

Then he's coaxing Ignis to stretch out a little, urging him to dip his feet into a container of warm soothing water, strong hands sliding away then coming back to smooth up over his calves. The lotion they found isn't great, partially separated and quick to dry out so instead it's a light film of conditioner on his hands but it works well enough to massage.

"He said you're right, of course. That me pushing is only going to make things worse, I need to learn to back off... but we figured out a few things to sort of meet in the middle on."

Ignis hums softly in reply. It's not like he's going to say 'I told you so' and it doesn't really matter to him so much why Gladio understands now. It's just good he does and they can all move forward together until they hit the next snarl that needs working out.

As Gladio massages his feet, Ignis slides down in the chair, sighing contentedly. He may not think this is necessary, but it does feel very good. Gladio's hands always feel good on him.

"May I ask what you worked out so I know what not to interrupt?"

Maybe it's a little excessive but Gladio will take whatever excuse he can get to pamper his lover. Just seeing Ignis melt down into the chair is enough to make a tension he hadn't realized was still there uncurl. Iggy sighs and Gladio answers with a pleased hum, hands working over the advisor's feet, ankles, calves... everything he can reach.

"Mostly ways to make it more clear, visually, what I'm intending to do and giving him the opportunity to turn it down. I don't wanna keep making a big deal out of it so if we can keep talking through or around it it's a little less of a thing." If that makes any sense. He shifts briefly, hands returning with a thick mixture of sand and half melted ash soap that he can scrub over Ignis' feet, softening calluses and scrubbing away the worst of the buildup of the weeks on his poor feet.

"And I... sorta got a kiss."

"Signals then. Things he will recognize even if he's not thinking along the same lines as you are." Which means, they should be clear enough for Ignis to spot for what they are without knowing as well should he not be paying attention or happens to walk in on them talking together. Ignis approves of this solution a lot. It's a good compromise. It's not going to be perfect, of course, but it should help.

An slim eyebrow raises when he hears that last statement though, "I swear if you don't tell me the story behind that, I'm kicking water on you no matter how good this feels at the moment."

"Yeah, exactly. And ways that we can just... move on. I guess that's the part that bugged the hell out of me." He sighs, rinses one foot, moves to the other. It takes a moment for him to order his thoughts enough to be able to verbalize what he's trying to get across.

"Okay so the other day, when he ended up asking me to fix his gloves after that whole window fiasco. I kissed his hand. He didn't like it, it was too much he told me not to do it again and... we moved on. Went right back to the conversation at hand. no? okay, got it. so about this whole he's wearing your coat thing, that's cute as fuck and as annoyed as he might have been in that moment we were able to pick up and allow him to let it go instead of brooding over it. Does that make sense?" He honestly wasn't sure he was making any kind of sense here.

"I'm gonna try not to nudge him as much or be more obvious before I do it but idle conversation while he's processing things... isn't necessarily a bad thing. I went too far last night, yeah, but it's kinda like... when you stub your toe and it hurts so bad you've gotta bite your knuckles to distract from the ache with something sharper. Conflicting stimuli means your brain doesn't have to hyperfocus on the ho-shit too much." Finally he sighs, letting both of Iggy's feet settle into the water, working a bit of the sand scrub up around his ankles.

"As for the kiss... I put my thumb in the way and it was okay."

"You were talking about me wearing his coat?" Ignis blushes slightly and then sinks down into the chair more, because obviously after all of the talk about how they were communicating and working things out, Gladio mentioning to Ardyn that the advisor looks cute in his coat is the most important thing.

After taking a minute to resist covering his face with his hands, Ignis finally moves onto the more serious topic, "Yes it does. That is wonderful! I'm glad you were able to make some progress. I know it's not quite the amount of contact you would like, but it's a big step forward."

And it's adorable, but at least he is kind enough not to say it out loud.

Seeing Ignis get all flustered over the discussion of how cute he is only makes Gladio smile wider, even more pleased that he's not only made a point but also gotten the advisor all out of sorts. "It's more than I was expecting so I'm good with it."

Then Gladio is shifting up onto his knees again, scooting forward to straddle the pan of water, leaning against Ignis' legs to pin him to the chair. A mumbled "c'mere" and then one wet hand is tugging at his shirt, pulling Ignis forward gently so Gladio can kiss him.

"Sides I can kiss you all I want."

Ignis hums contentedly, resisting just long enough to mutter, "That you can," before giving in and sinking into the kiss. His hands run up Gladio's arms, coming to rest on his shoulders where they rub gently.

For now, he will ignore the fact Gladio is getting his shirt all wet. After all, it's not like the heat won't dry it out soon enough.

After sorting out all the drama with Ignis and Ardyn that happened during the game he'd been exhausted which meant putting off this conversation another day but after the mess with Kit he was pretty sure he and Liam were the only ones still in any kind of mood so it worked out okay. He'd skipped his usual swim this morning, the concentrated chlorine in the pool playing hell with the scratches and welts that still marred his back and shoulders. The more the water evaporated the higher the chemical concentration was becoming.

Instead he was knocking on the door to the office the boys had claimed, the last couple twinkies at hand as a peace offering, hoping they'd be willing to talk before things got out of hand and someone got hurt.

The boys had gone to sleep together, exhausted physically and mentally. Didn't seem like anyone was ever catching a break. It was perhaps no surprise that Prompto was the one who climbed to his feet and trotted over to the door to open it, leaving Noct on the pile of sheets they called a bed.

"Hey," he said as soon as he opened it, glancing back to see how Noct felt about this. "What's up?"

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Honestly, Noctis didn't even bother to move. Even when Prompto untangled himself from the mess of limbs and sheets he remained there, sprawled out on his stomach with one of them pulled up practically over his head. In fact, the only thing showing at all was the tell-tale mess of black spikes.

He did peak out just enough to see who it was, before groaning and flopping back down.

"C'mon Princess, brought you junk food~" He wiggles one package of the cakes tauntingly and hands the other over to Prompto with a brief, one armed hug.

"You guys doin' okay?"

Prompto was quick to take the offering, and accepted the small hug without complaint. He did reach to take the other one as well, though. It wasn't like Noct was going to bother to do something like get out of bed, so he could take it over to him.

"...'bout as well as can be expected. We're hanging in there. You came to make sure we're still here?"

Not even the pull of junk food was currently enough to get him up and out of bed. Especially considering they were probably stale and hard as a rock with how long they'd likely been laying around. He does shift though, angling his body so he can easily look towards the door, sheet falling down around his neck.

"We're fine." Of course, his definition of fine and everyone else's was probably a bit different.

There's a moment where he just looks at Noctis, bundled up in sheets to his neck, then at Prompto, one brow raised.

"Not interrupting something, am I?" Noct are you dressed under there? But even if he is that's kind of the point so he's not leaving just yet. He hefts himself up to sit on the edge of the desk, letting the boys go back to their pile in the corner if that's what's most comfortable.

"Congrats, by the way... 'm glad you two finally worked things out on that front." The last thing he wanted to see was them denying it for as long as he and Iggy had.

Prompto quickly scurried back over to Noctis, taking a cross-legged seat on their sheet and balancing the extra twinkie on Noct's head while he excitedly ripped open his. It had been a while since he had some junk food. Even if there were some concerns about the age, he shoved in a mouthful.

And then proceeded to talk slightly muffled, "Asn't mu' oo erk ou'."

Swallowing, he repeated, "There wasn't much to work out. We weren't like, pining for each other or anything." He still wasn't sure that was even the situation now. But they cared, and they would try. By all appearances the way he'd made himself comfortable next to Noct look pretty usual for them.

"Don't lie. You know you've wanted this for years." Shockingly, he actually moves just enough to gesture to himself, fanning his hand down the length of his body. If someone didn't know better, it would honestly appear the same between them as it always had. Maybe just with a little more flirting.

"That all you wanted to say, big guy?"

"Yeah, I was just waiting for the day when you'd let me play with your real joystick," he snerked back. "But yeah, when we went to the arcades and stuff... We actually wanted to go to the arcades. I mean, if we'd wanted to... You know, stuff, not like we couldn't have found opportunities."

So it didn't feel like a "finally" to him. He hadn't really been waiting to do anything, this just sort of developed.

"Alright alright it just looked like it to the rest of us then." He rolls his eyes, laughing and popping open a pack of twinkies for himself.

"Uh... speaking of, though." He's not going to talk with his mouth full at least, goddamn boys. "Is it... fair to assume neither one of you know what you're doing? I mean, in bed?"

"You know we did that to mess with you half the time, right?" You know how Noctis is. And you know how Prompto is. There was no chance in any world that they weren't going to take advantage of that information.

That question is enough to actually get him to move, at least enough to glare up at Gladio because was he seriously about to try and have 'the talk' with them right now?

"...Please tell me you're gonna give us a demonstration."

"W-T-F dude! Y-Yeah, of course I know all about it! It's not like I'm a little kid, I've seen smutty stuff."

Before they'd left Insomnia. And none of it had been gay. But it couldn't be that much different, right? It was still thrusting. There was no way he was ever going to say he didn't know what he was doing.

"Prompto would explode." He was already exploding without a demonstration. Gladio rolls his eyes, stuffs half a twinkie in his mouth and waits for Prompt's protests to quiet down before he speaks again.

"You'd never even considered dudes until I kissed you, bullshit." He lifts a hand to stop a further outburst. "Look just... I know how easy it is to get caught up in a new relationship and get carried away. Just do me a favor and wait until we end up somewhere we can find something at least halfway decent for lube before you two try fucking? The lotion and shit we've got here is old as balls and not gonna cut it."

He does not want to have to deal with the aftermath of them trying to have sex and not using enough lube and someone ending up torn when there's no way to fix things.

Noctis doesn't blush. Mostly because there's honestly not a lot that he allows himself to be embarrassed by. Shit happened. It was part of life.

But this.

This has the blush covering not only his cheeks, but going all the way down his neck.

"You know we've been dating for less than forty eight hours, right? Trust me, it's not gonna happen any time soon."

Prompto promptly attempted to completely hide his face, discovering some new shades of red as he listened. He was still getting used to the idea of dating Noct, and while he couldn't say that his mind hadn't wandered around curiously - he was a young man after all - he was still playing around with seeing Noct in a new light. They're relationship teetered between friendship and romance.

"Whoa, dude, like, whoa. What would we even need that for?"

"Just a reminder..." Yeah they've only been dating for a short time but they were already a lot closer than most people starting a relationship. The shiny new exhilaration of learning someone new isn't there it's adding layers to an existing relationship. He'd barely been able to keep his hands off Ignis for a week before he'd-

Well... Prompto's question gets a snort of laughter and he shoves the rest of that twinkie in his face to stop himself from snapping something snarky back at the blond. And to give Noctis an appraising look, this was a chance for Noct to either correct Prom or admit he has no idea what guys did together either.

At the current moment Noctis was honestly more concerned as to why this was happening to him. Which god had he managed to piss off so badly?

Actually, he knew the answer to that, but he was relatively sure Leviathan had nothing to do with this.

"Prompto." He's can't even look at you right now dude. He just can't. "Please tell me you're joking."

"About what?" his eyes shot down towards Noct, cheeks puffed up a bit as he felt a bit defensive about this. Not everyone had a parental figure in their life. Having only looked at sexy lady stuff, lube hadn't exactly been a major problem.

Oh gods why this.

This was exactly what he was worried about and why he knew he needed to say something. Better to say it and get it out of the way but this was painful. Still he didn't want to make Prompto feel bad for not knowing so he was doing his best to rein in his amusement.

"There's my point. For one thing there's plenty you guys can do that does not involve fucking but lube is a necessity for sex when two guys are involved and if you're new to it a lot of lube. If you don't take the time to stretch someone's ass properly there's a really good chance of tearing which obviously hurts like a bitch, takes a million years to heal, and there's a lot of blood flow near the surface so you can bleed a lot. Add in our limited resources and supplies and you can imagine how dangerous that could be, yeah?"

He is so incredibly done with this conversation right now.

So done, in fact, that he's pulling that sheet back up over his head and putting his hands over his ears so he doesn't have to listen to this.

Oh, wow. All that sounded kind of painful and dangerous, and he'd never really thought about it before but he was wondering now if being with Noct meant he would just. Not have sex.

That was a bummer.

Damnit Noct, why did you flee without him?

Because his hands weren't doing a good enough job hiding him, he pulled his knees up and tucked his head behind them.

"Okay, okay, I won't fuck Noct! Happy?"

At least Gladio knew who planned on being on top now.

There's a fleeting moment there where his imagination gets the better of him and even Gladio has the decency to blush slightly, clearing his throat and glancing aside.

"Not saying never just... stick to blow jobs till we can get our hands on something safer than shitty expired conditioner."

Thanks a lot, Gladio. Thanks to you he's never going to convince this boy to have sex with him. No matter how much proper lube they're able to find.

"Haven't you traumatized him enough?" He's pulling the sheet down to his neck now, glaring at Gladio through the fall of his bangs.

But at least he's merciful enough to reach up and grab Prompto's hand and tug him down so he can hide between him and the wall.

"No one is fucking anyone."

Prompto went down and just quickly buried his face. Okay, it hadn't been totally useless. He didn't really know about the potential massive blood loss or anything, but now it was kind of worrying. Not that they'd been about to go through with it anytime soon. He was still just getting used to the idea of dating a guy, and wasn't sure if that would even last considering the circumstances. Maybe it'd turn out Noct was just desperate for affection after losing Lunafreya.

"Okay."

He wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't mad at Gladio, he was just way too embarrassed for this kind of talk.

Gladio just runs a hand through his hair, giving them both a look. Y'know what they say boys, if you can't talk about it you shouldn't be doing it.

"Okay okay, I'm done. Just... want you guys to be careful." Aaaand he slides off the desk, stuffing that entire second twinkie in his face to toss the wrapper in the trash can by the desk. He's goin, he's goin.

Did you seriously just deep throat a twinkie, Gladio? Because he is never going to get that image out of his mind now.

He shifts, leaning in close to Prompto to whisper that he'll be right back, before actually hauling himself up, like he's going to see Gladio to the door. And then lock it the moment he's gone.

Once they're out into the hallway, he closes the door a bit behind them, trying to keep Prompto from getting anymore embarrassed.

"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do, big guy. But seriously, we're not there yet. And when we are, I promise, we'll be careful." A deep, very long suffering sigh. "After I get Ignis to talk to him and undo all the trauma you just inflicted. Did you and Liam draw straws for the big brother talk?"

Nah he shoved that shit in his mouth sideways. It's cool. No need to traumatize you guys more. He's surprised when Noct follows him out into the hall and he takes the opportunity to sling an arm around his shoulders and squish him.

"You're young... not there yet and got carried away can be the difference of one too many kisses. Not judging just.. things happen. So before they happen and someone gets hurt I just wanted to... help..." Because as much as Prompto has told him no he still really does care about this sweet sunshine boy and he wants to do what he can to make sure everything is good the first time they do go there. It's part of his weird slut- no harlot nature. He wants to take care of people and that devolves into a lot of caring by sex.

Prompto's off limits but he can still help a little?

"C'mon if anyone's big brothering at you two it's gonna be me. 'side I dunno that Liam's up for doing much of anything just yet." Please don't mind that all too satisfied little smirk.

You have no idea just how off limits Prompto is, Gladio. That is his precious little ray of sunshine and he will fight you for him.

"You know Ignis already talked to me about this stuff a long time ago, right?" Because of course he had. Ignis had always made certain he was prepared for anything. "I know you're trying to help. Just... next time lay off the graphic detail a bit."

Jesus Fucking Christ.

"Listen, Gladio, I'm glad you had a good time, but I don't need to know."

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