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SINPAI SINPAI SINPAI KOUHAI MISSES HER BELOVED FFXV OTP SO MUCH. O M F G IT IS ONLY LESS THAN TWO MONTHS UNTIL FFXV COMES OUT C RI E S KOUHAI IS GONNA CRY SO MUCH WHEN IT RELEASES. MAY KOUHAI REQUEST SOME “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.” (post/146945992285) PROMPTIO?? PROMPTO BEING THE SILLY BOY THAT HE IS? GLADIO TRYING TO STOP HIM? OR HUEHUE LAKE SEX? GASPPPSSSS. ILUSFM SINPAI THANK U FOR WRITING MY OTP OH SO WONDERFULLY
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First sentence writing prompts (modified for this one shot) - “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2950
It’s their twentieth night under the stars, not that Prompto is counting. No, he’s not counting at all. He loves sleeping in a tent, with three other men who have been together for years, while he’s still technically somewhat of an outsider. As each day passes, he’s getting closer to the Ignis and Gladio, but it’s nowhere near how close Noctis is to the two of them. He doesn’t mind not being close to Ignis, but Gladio? He wishes that there was some way that he could go out with the man alone, so he doesn’t feel silly for the types of questions he wants to ask him. Maybe it’s because he knows that Ignis and Noctis have something going on between the two of them - even if they’re both shy to acknowledge it around both him and Gladio, Prompto remembers the things that Noctis would tell him in high school, and those types of things are definitely not done with someone that’s just a ‘friend’. So, knowing that, he’s longing for that type of companionship too.
Is he settling for Gladio? No. He’s had a crush on him, ever since he’d gone to the palace the first time to meet with Noctis for a study date. The man had just seemed too cool to be around. His military training made him somewhat unapproachable, but when he got the tattoos that now cover his arms and back? Prompto can feel his cheeks flush, as he thinks about the first time he’d seen the completed work. It had been a really long process, and Prompto had been glad to see it all happen from start to finish. Sometimes, when they had been back in the palace, he would approach Gladio to ask if he could touch the ink, but then would always chicken out at the last moment. He’s too shy, and knows that if Gladio really knew what he had looked like before, that he’d never want to talk to him.
“It’s so hot!” He complains, as they sit around the fire. “Why can’t we stay in a hotel again?”
Ignis pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “Because we have to save our money to pay for car, remember?”
“It was an accident, Iggy,” Prompto crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. “If you hadn’t distracted me with your yelling-”
“We’ll sleep in a hotel soon,” Noctis interrupts him. “We’re far enough away now that we should be able to maintain a low profile.”
Prompto tries not to get too excited, because Noctis has said that before, and yet they’re still sleeping outside. Maybe he’s right - they needed to get further away, to stay out of harm’s way. But he still misses the amenities of being in a hotel. A nice hot shower, and a big warm bed. Those are two things he misses the most.
“We could go take a night swim,” Gladio suggests. Prompto looks across the fire, and sees that the burly man is looking at him. “There’s a perfect swimming hole nearby. Maybe… 2 kilometers away?”
Ignis sighs. “Yes, as wonderful as that sounds, I think I will pass. If His Highness wishes to go?”
“No, I’m not too warm.” Noctis stares into the fire, giving a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. “You two can go.”
Prompto feels his heart fluttering hard in his chest. “S-Sure. When do you want to go?”
“No time like the present!” Gladio stands up, stretching his arms over his head. “Come on, Prompto.”
He quickly stands up, the chair knocking backwards. “Oh!” He bends down to pick it up, when he feels Noctis’ hand on his arm.
“Leave it. I’ll take care of it. Go cool off.”
Prompto grins, and looks at him. “You sure?”
“Positive. Just be careful. We don’t know what’s lurking out there.”
Nodding his head, he stands up and heads over to where Gladio is waiting for him. “Lead the way!”
The two of them trek through the woods, neither of them speaking to one another, and for once, Prompto is sort of okay with that. He’s too nervous to try and come up with something intelligent to say to him, worried about getting tongue tied on the simplest of words. Gladio doesn’t seem to be all that interested in small talk either, so the sounds of the forest are their only companion as they head towards this supposed swimming hole. Prompto wonders how Gladio even knows about it, unless he came upon it when they had first made it into the area. He hadn’t found anything remotely worth mentioning as he’d done his perimeter check.
They come to a clearing, and Prompto sees the turquoise blue water, the stars and moon reflecting off of the calm lagoon. He looks over at Gladio, and sees that his shirt has been removed, exposing his naked torso to Prompto. He feels that heat come back to his cheeks, as he takes in the expansive tattoo that’s covering his back, arms, and pectoral muscles on his chest. He’s only caught glimpses of it when they’ve gotten clean, but seeing it like this, under such - well, a romantic setting is the best way he’d describe it. Under such a romantic setting, it has Prompto’s heart beating like crazy.
“There’s a small cliff over there. I’m pretty sure that the water is deep enough that we can jump from it safely.” Gladio looks over at him. “You up for a jump?”
Taking off his vest, and then shirt, Prompto tries not to feel super self-conscious about how different his body looks from Gladio’s. “Yeah, okay. A jump sounds like fun.” It doesn’t. Not at all, but he can’t tell him that.
Pants and shoes are left with their shirts, both men remaining in their underwear - tight boxer briefs for Gladio, and regular boxers for Prompto. He walks behind him, appreciating how toned the man’s ass is, feeling like he’s having an out of body experience. This really can’t be happening, can it? He pinches himself, and lets out a soft cry. Nope. He’s awake.
“You okay? Did you step on a rock or something?” Gladio turns around to look at him, concern in his auburn eyes. “Here, let me take a look at your foot.”
Gladio starts to bend down, making Prompto very aware of how his boxers will hide nothing if the man gets any closer to him. “No! I’m okay!” He shakes his head, stepping away. “I stubbed my toe on one of the rocks.”
“Let me look at it,” Gladio stays bent on his knees, and reaches for his foot. “Come on, Prompto, don’t be like this.”
Groaning, he shakes his head. “Look, come on. We’re so close to the cliff! We should jump in!” He starts to walk over to the ledge, and looks down. “Whoa. We’re up kinda high.”
“You worried you might get hurt?” Gladio teases him, now standing next to him. “Do you think I brought you out here to murder you away from the others?”
Prompto’s mouth drops open in shock. He’s about to say something, when Gladio’s loud, booming laughter fills the area. “Oh, you’re joking.” Prompto sighs, relaxing. “You’re so mean to me, Gladio.” He pushes on Gladio’s muscular upper arm, fingertips touching the raised skin, the feathers looking completely lifelike. He ignores how his fingers now burn, and instead looks back over the edge. “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”
“I can think of none,” Gladio stands behind him, and speaks softly into his ear. “Go on and jump, Prompto. It’ll feel liberating.”
Biting his lower lip, Prompto shakes his head. “You jump with me?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
The two stand at the ledge, and look down towards the darker part of the water. Prompto wonders if this is going to be the worst mistake of his life, but then, Gladio grabs his hand, and then he soon feels the wind rushing, as he dives feet first towards the water. His hand clings to Gladio’s, who’s loud laughter seems to drown out his loud squeal, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he can feel Gladio’s hand hold onto his just as tight. Even if they hadn’t jumped from such a great height, Prompto would have felt the jump in his lower stomach because of Gladio’s grip on his hand.
Water surrounds them, as they sink below the surface, the cool water feeling invigorating on his skin. Both stare at one another under the water for a brief second, before they kick to the surface. Prompto gasps for air, the feel of the muggy night all but gone, now that he’s in the cool water of the lagoon. He looks over at Gladio, and sees a large smile on the man’s face. That’s when he realizes that he’s still holding onto his hand in a deathgrip.
“Sorry!” He tries to let go of Gladio’s hand, but it seems the other man has a different idea. “G-Gladio?”
“Do you want to know why I brought you out here, Prompto?” Gladio asks, the two of them treading water in the middle of the lagoon, the water back to the stillness it had been before they had jumped into it.
Gladio’s other arm wraps around his waist, and pulls him to rest against his body. “Because you didn’t want to hear me complain about how hot I was?” His voice comes out in barely a whisper, too afraid to speak any louder.
“I brought you out here because I wanted to go skinny dipping with you.” Gladio’s auburn eyes glow with the moonlight that shines down on the lagoon.
“But, we’re wearing our underwear?” Even though the water is cool, Prompto feels incredibly warm. The hand that’s on his waist is touching the band of his boxers. “Gladio….?”
“Take mine off, and I’ll take yours off.”
Too shocked to say no, Prompto reaches under the water, and finds the wet waistband around Gladio’s hips. He gives a few yanks, trying very hard to not notice that Gladio’s got a very, very girthy arousal, as his fingers slide down his legs under the water, and pulls them off of his body. He throws them towards the shore, where they land with a wet thud. Prompto starts to laugh, as he feels Gladio’s hands on his body, his boxers coming off with a quick tug.
Without thinking, he moves back close to Gladio’s body, and wraps his legs around his middle, arms draping over his shoulders. “I-Is this okay?” He asks, speaking quietly into Gladio’s ear.
“Are you kidding me?” Both of Gladio’s arms wrap around his body, as he continues to tread water for the both of them. “It’s perfect, Prompto.”
Resting his chin on Gladio’s shoulder, he looks down at the expansive tattoo. “Do you ever think about getting another one done?” He asks, no longer afraid to touch the raised skin. Somehow, the lack of underwear between the two of them seems to be allowing him to do things more freely.
“Mmm….I’ve thought about it. Maybe something on my calves.” Gladio’s voice seems to rumble against Prompto’s chest. “Why? Would you like it if I did?”
“I’d love anything you do to your body.” It takes him a moment to realize what he’s said, and when it hits him, he covers his mouth with one hand. “I didn’t mean that!”
More laughter rumbles through Gladio’s chest, transferring to his body. “Yes, you did. And I’m glad that you said that.” A hand touches the back of his head, Prompto leaning back to look into Gladio’s eyes. “You know, you look real cute like this.”
“L-Like what? All wet?” Prompto asks, trying to calm his racing heart as he feels Gladio start to lean his head towards him.
Lips hover above his. “No.” Gladio moves his lips to touch the shell of his ear, speaking low into his ear. “In my arms.” Prompto moans softly, as Gladio turns his head back towards him, their lips touching for the first time.
The arms around his waist lift him up higher onto Gladio’s body, as their lips get to know one another through soft touches. Prompto releases another soft moan, lips parting to allow Gladio’s tongue into his mouth. Their tongues touch, hesitantly at first, then Gladio’s kissing his breath away, as he clings to his biceps, fingernails digging into the inked skin. Their kiss only stops when the need to breathe becomes too overwhelming, but that doesn’t stop Prompto from scattering kisses along Gladio’s thick neck.
“We should head back to camp,” Gladio speaks low into his ear, his warm breath making Prompto shiver in the water. “I want to see what your body looks like.”
“You do?” He’s so surprised by his statement, that he almost feels like it’s too good to be true. “But why? I’m nobody.”
Gladio’s hand touches his face, Prompto turning his cheek to rest against his palm. “You’re everything and more, Prompto. Don’t you get it? I like you. I’d like to get to know you better, not in the water.”
“But, for how long? Until we get to the wedding?” He has to know, because he’s had a crush on this man for far too long to just throw it all away for one night of pleasure.
His meaty hand slides down his jaw, and gently pulls him to face forward, so that they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
“W-Why now??” He asks, trying to keep the whine out of his voice, but it’s difficult. “Did Noct say something to you?”
Auburn eyes widen at that question. “What’s Noct go to do with this?”
“Crap!” Prompto groans, and buries his face against Gladio’s neck. “I’ve had this thing for you for a few years, so I just assumed that Noctis was tired of hearing me complain about things, so that’s why you brought me out here.”
“What? No.” Gladio shakes his head, his arms hugging him tight to his body. “I’ve been too chicken to actually tell you how I feel, but figured with the full moon tonight, now would be as good a time as any to let you know how I feel about you. And I found this spot earlier today, and knew I had to bring you here.”
Blushing deeply, he looks up into his eyes. “Do you mean that, Gladio?”
“Course I do, Prompto. Now, come on. Let’s head back to camp?”
He nods his head, clinging to him, as Gladio begins to make his way towards the shore.
They get back to camp, and see that both of their sleeping bags are outside the tent. They look at each other and grin, grabbing their things and heading a kilometer away from the campsite. They roll out their sleeping bags, strip back down to nothing, and look up at the night sky, cuddling close to one another.
“Prompto, I’d like to touch you now. Is that okay?” Gladio asks, his fingers moving up and down his ribcage with featherlight touches.
Turning to look at him, he nods his head. “Yes, Gladio. I’d like that very much.”
“That’s good, because I plan on touching you until dawn.”
His face becomes flushed, as Gladio’s lips touch his own. That’s what I want too. His arms wrap tight around his neck, and then allows the older male to have his way with him.
***
Something taps his shoulder. Prompto groans, and tries to push it away, but it doesn’t budge. Blinking a few times, he yawns, then opens his eyes. “Oh!”
“Morning,” Noctis is leaning over them. “Ignis has breakfast and coffee. You two can come back over wherever you want.”
“Thanks, Your Highness,” Gladio mumbles against his back. Prompto tries not to die of mortification, and instead just lays perfectly still. “We’ll be there in a few.”
“Sounds good, Gladio.” Noctis looks at Prompto, gives him a wink, then turns to head back towards their base camp.
“Well, at least they figured out what we’d do,” Gladio starts to laugh, pulling Prompto close to his body.
“How is that a good thing?!” Prompto tries to pull away, but realizes that it’s no use, and instead just allows the larger man to envelope him into his body.
Gladio’s lips touch his forehead. “They’d have found out sooner or later, because now that I’ve had a taste, you won’t be sleeping alone ever again.”
“Gladio!” He squeals, as Gladio starts to blow raspberries against his neck, the scruff on his neck tickling him.
They stop, Gladio just holding him close as they calm down from the minor ticklefest. “So, do you think Iggy would be mad if we were a little late to breakfast?” Prompto asks, as his hand reaches below the sleeping bag.
“Do you think I care if he does or not?” Gladio growls low, turning towards him. “You want some more of this, babe?”
Prompto nods his head. Never did he imagine that he would be naked with this man he’s pined for for so long, and never did he think he’d ever hear the term of endearment come out of his mouth, and be meant for him.
“I do,” he nods his head, as his hand dips lower, and comes into contact with just what he’s been looking for.
***
Ignis did, in fact, mind that they were an hour and a half late to breakfast. Noctis, however, did not, as he fell back asleep.
