☏ gladio and noctis
“The hell you want?” Gladio answered the phone, the recent argument he’d cut off abruptly with Noctis still fresh in his mind. “Thought it was clear I wasn’t in the mood to talk right now, ‘specially with you.”
Noctis grimaced on the other line, instantly regretting the call. “…Fine. I just, just wanted to say sorry is all. I didn’t mean to call you thick-headed.” He paused. “…Feelings got in the way.”
“Feelings, huh?” His voice was unconvinced, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, rain pelting the hard-top of the Jeep, blurring the windshield. “Well, I’m feeling like you should-”
“I love you.”
And just like that, it’s out, the figurative cat removed from the metaphorical bag. The prince kicks himself for his reckless approach, for saying it over the goddamn phone…
Gladio opens his mouth to respond, but the sucker punch to the gut in Noctis’s confession renders him speechless. He doesn’t need to ask what he said, or what he meant, or even if he was serious; His heart is cracked open, exposing weakness, accepting admittance. “I…Fuck, I love you. I love you too, Noct. I’m sorry for what I said.”
“No, it was my fault.” Noctis can’t apologize fast enough. “I never want you to feel this way, and have it be my doing. Can’t live like that…”
The shield sighed, rubbing his palm on the steering wheel. “Ever feel like we aren’t destined to live long, in a sense? Like our blood determined we’d be sent to an early grave?”
“…All the time.” He looks down, picking a loose thread from his pajama pants. “Makes me want to, I dunno, seize the day or something like that.”
“Then why don’t we?” Gladio’s voice has a quality to it previously unheard of, reserved only for the company of lovers and one night stands, but in seconds backed by years of admiration, he’s suddenly so much more than his liege. “Let me come over. Let me be with you.”
“Please,” Noctis breathed into the receiver, already feeling his cock start to throb, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Who said I’m hangin’ up?” Gladio put the call on speaker, pulling away from the curb. “Start touching yourself, now. Don’t come before I get there.”
