008. prompto/gladio; oh, you're in my veins

[messofhangups]

and i cannot get you out

Prompto was pretty sure he was an idiot. No… not pretty sure. He knew he was an idiot. And really… Cid and his never ending taunts to the marks on his neck were not helping. Nor was the fact he fucking hurt. He felt a little bit like he'd gotten hit by a truck. Or, more accurately, that he'd almost died, had his side torn to shreds and then decided to have some of the most intense sex of his life. Yeah… he was definitely feeling it. But as much as a mess as his body was, it had nothing on his state of mind. Because he had had some of the most intense sex of his life with Gladio, proceeded to spend the night with him cuddling, and then the morning he'd tried to fucking high five the other man, thanked him for the sex with a thumbs up and tripped over his own damn two feet as he tried to hightail it out of the caravan. Not exactly his smoothest moment. “You. Are. Such. An. Idiot.” He mumbled and let his head fall onto the workbench. Gave it a few more hits with his forehead for good measure and realized he'd forgotten all about Cid for half a minute, at least until the older man started to laugh. “Well I ain't gonna argue you on that one, kid, but you think you can keep the dramatics to a minimum here… we got work to do,” Cid said and pointed the end of a screwdriver at the pile of weapons on the end of the bench. Prompto lifted his head. Sighed. Straightened up and grabbed the gun next to him. If nothing else it could maybe distract him from his own idiocy for a while. Distract him from that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had completely fucked everything up with his inability to be normal that morning. Distract him from how he could still feel Gladio's hands all over him, how the marks on his body still felt the ghost of lips, how he could still feel Gladio in him every time he moved. Distract him from how he wanted more. And it worked. For a while. He got lost in the work with Cid, found his mind clearing as he focused on the repairs and modifications, felt better as he took something broken and made it better. Worked at least until his phone buzzed against the bench where he had plugged it in to charge. He glanced up from his work and seeing that it was a text from Cindy he put his tool down and grabbed the phone. Hey, Heartbreaker… looks like tall, dark, and handsome is getting ready to take off… thought you might like to know The panic was almost immediate. Gladio was… leaving!?!? And that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach threatened to overt take him, felt massive all the sudden as his throat went dry and he could barely swallow against the hard lump caught in the back of it. His hands started to shake… and he knew from experience that this could quickly go into a full out panic attack if he didn't nip it in the bud. Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe… Five things to see; gun, screwdriver, phone, hammer, Cid. His eyes darted to each in kind. Four things he could touch; metal, workbench, denim, his own arm. And so his hand moved from gun to table top to his knee to arm. Three things to smell; gunpowder, the terribly fruity shampoo he'd borrowed from Cindy when he'd gotten back to the garage, the smoke from Cid’s pipe on the table. Two things he could hear; Cid drumming his fingers on the workbench… the blood as it rushed in his own ears and one thing he could taste was the bile that threatened in the back of his throat. Fuck. Prompto scrambled off the stool and ignoring Cid’s concerned voice behind him he bolted from the back room and to where he knew Gladio had parked his bike. He stopped a few feet short and now there had no idea what to even say. “You're leaving?” he asked after a moment. His voice thin and tight.

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[iwillshieldhim]

Gladio knew who it was scrambling against the loose rocks on the pavement as he stood loading up his bike. His hands stopped in their familiar motions, the last strap that would hold his pack in place still undone. This morning had been so painfully awkward in a way Gladio couldn't remember any encounter he'd ever had being, with Prompto trying to get away from him as quickly as possible. Not that he hadn't expected it would be some kind of awkward, it was Prompto, after all, who was just sort of perpetually awkward in an adorable way, but nothing on the level it had been. So he figured he'd make it easier and head out so it didn't have to get any more awkward.

But here Prompto was, sounding less than happy to find he had been ready to sneak off into the unending night.

"...Yeah," Gladio said after a second or two, hands going for the last strap. "Hadn't planned on sticking around too long originally, you know? Always needed somewhere else. Life of a hunter or something, right?" He kept his voice easy, hands calm as he worked, not wanting to push anything into a new tailspin.

He'd fucked Prompto. Noct's best friend. Spent the night cuddled up with him like he didn't usually do with people he fucked. Woke up and found himself more relaxed than he could remember being in years because he'd actually slept properly for once. He wasn't letting his mind linger on that fact too much, though it kept going back to it.