Courtland Gentry X Reader
warnings : touch starved court, not proofread
summary : court has no idea how much he loves being wanted
a/n : phm has done something to my brain, expect a lot of gosling fics to come out
w/c : 731
The house was quiet, except for the quiet music coming from the record player. Court was sprawled out on the couch, his head laying on Y/n’s lap. He wasn’t always this comfortable with touch. In fact, the first time Y/n held his hand he froze up.
They had been laying outside in the grass, Y/n telling Court all about her day. She was looking at the clouds and reached for his hand. Court felt his chest tighten and his entire body tensed. However, he didn’t pull away.
A few days later, he was visiting her house. He had been sitting on the couch next to her, pretending to read a book while she watched a movie. His hand started on his stomach, but, in an attempt to be subtle, slowly inched towards Y/n. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye to see if she would repeat the action.
Court was not as slick as he thought. Y/n noticed his hand moving closer and closer to hers. He never closed the distance. Y/n smiled to herself and did it for him. She interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Once again, his breath got caught, but he felt his body relax into the touch.
About a week later, the pair were sitting on the porch, watching the sunset. A warm breeze wrapped over them like a blanket. Y/n, who had been holding Court’s hand, shifted so that his arm was now being wrapped around her shoulders, her hand still interlocked with his. She rested her head on his bicep and let out a soft hum. Suddenly, the sunset didn’t matter. The birds chattering overhead, the woody, piney scent drifting through the air, and the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was only Y/n, and the vulnerability she had with him.
Six never had the time to slow down. He was always watching his own back, fighting to stay alive, or preparing to do both. Court did have the time. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, and he certainly wasn’t going to ask, but he figured that following Y/n’s lead was the way to go. So a few days after the sunset on the porch, he found himself laying on Y/n’s bed. She was next to him, reading a book aloud to him.
Almost robotically, he maneuvered his head down to rest on her shoulder. He was stiff. His shoulders were tense and he was trying very hard to stay perfectly still. He could hardly breathe, until Y/n leaned her head against his. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Court could feel every muscle start to soften. It felt like fireworks going off in his brain when Y/n’s free hand started to run through his hair. Her nails raked through his scalp, scratching in just the right places.
Before he knew what was happening, he let out a small hum of satisfaction. His eyes opened, and he started to tense, but his body abandoned the effort as Y/n continued reading. He closed his eyes once more and let his body mold into hers.
After that, Court started to realize that he didn’t want to go another day without Y/n or her hands somewhere on his body. He started reaching for her hand and clasping it in his. He pulled her in close whenever she was in arms reach. When Y/n was in the kitchen, he was next to her, trading utensils for kisses. If she was on the couch, he was going to be laying down with his head in her lap.
That's how he ended up here. Y/n was reading a book, Court laying down with his head resting atop her thighs, one arm laying across her knees, his other hand holding the hem of her shirt. Her free hand was tangled in his hair, tugging at it gently. His eyes were closed and he was nearly asleep when she pulled her hand away to turn the page. He let out a soft grunt of frustration.
“Please,” He mumbled. “Please don’t stop.”
Y/n smiled and returned her hand to it’s rightful place, causing a sleepy grin to break out on Courtland’s face as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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