Saturdays

by Pandansca

Despite his best efforts, still-virgin Prompto can't get Regis out of his head! He can't keep his filthy thoughts inside and, fueled by lust and his own growing curiosity, ends up asking the man to teach him about sex. Personally. Prompto finds himself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of lust and desire until suddenly he doesn't want it to be just practice anymore.

1. Chapter 1

"A-Ah-!" Prompto couldn't contain the moan that fell from his lips, reverberating off the tiles of the shower and back into his burning ears in waves. The fingers inside of him, thrusting and stretching and filling him up, brushed over his prostate once more, sending a jolt of excitement through his body.

"Look at the way you fall apart for me, Prompto… Listen to how you moan for me, begging for my cock…" The low whisper, rough from self-restraint and lust, sounded in his ear and he could feel Regis' hot breath rush over his wet, sensitive skin. The other hand that wasn't steadily working him open moved from his ribs, down his side, to rest along his hip, massaging circles into the hollow next to his hipbone. Prompto moaned again, instinctively spreading his trembling legs further as his hands scrambled along the shower wall for continued support.

It was hot. All he could breathe in was the steam from the shower as the warm water ran over their naked bodies. That, combined with the way Regis' mouth was sucking and kissing along his exposed neck and earlobe was making him feel weak and light-headed. Dizzy with desire. If he were to die from a lack of oxygen, he'd die happily.

"P-Please-!" Prompto begged, choking on a groan as he ground his hips down on those fingers. They had already milked one orgasm from him. The lingering evidence that hadn't already been washed away clung to the wall in sticky globs. Every time Regis brushed against his oversensitive prostate his body jerked and twitched form the almost painful sensation. Still, he wished for more. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. He wanted to feel Regis deep inside of him, splitting him open. "I need it-!"

Regis merely chuckled against where he was nibbling along the blonde's shoulder. His hand held the boy closer, his wet chest sliding against a smaller, equally wet back. "…Not yet. I want to make you cum one more time… You can do that for me, can't you?" Prompto bit his lip as he whined, arching his back and rocking back to meet every upward thrust of those fingers. With every movement, Regis could feel the blonde shiver and twitch, unravelling piece by piece.

Prompto tried his best to contain the noises he was making. His face and ears burned with more than just the warmth of the shower as he was forced to listen to himself, utterly sexed and debouched and coming into his next orgasm faster than he could comprehend.

"That's it, Prompto… Let go. Cum for me."

With a scream, Prompto's vision went white as the ecstasy washed over him.

…

Prompto awoke with a start, arching and gasping for breath as his heart felt like it was bound to beat right out of his chest. His eyes were wide as they darted around his small room, searching for the man from his dreams that was there mere moments before, but nothing met his eyes or his searching hands. Only the four off-white walls of his bedroom as the soft light and crisp, morning that air fell through his window. Prompto swallowed, trying to force himself to relax as he ran a hand through sweaty, disheveled blonde hair. 'What the fuck was that about?!', he mused to himself, incredulously. The chocobo-print blankets felt too hot, too stifling, and when he moved to get out from beneath them, he paused in shock at the state of his boxers. The front of them were clinging to his junk, sticky and wet with cum. It was abruptly obvious that he had orgasmed in his sleep from the dubious wet dream.

Prompto shut his eyes and groaned loudly as he buried his face in his hands. An acute embarrassment wracked his body, even though there was no one to witness him. All those nights fantasizing about and pining over Noctis' bodyguard, Gladiolus, and he'd never creamed his pants during them. He'd wake up with a very hard and very sensitive problem most mornings, yeah. And he'd also take care of it right after while unabashedly gasping and moaning the man's name. But even though that seemed to be his teenage hormone-induced norm now, he'd yet to experience a dream that actually made him finish without the need to touch himself.

But Noctis' dad of all people got him there?! It was almost too much to take in.

'Seriously?! What the fuck was I even thinking?!' He swallowed, face burning hotly as he vaguely recalled various scenes from his fantasy. Phantom hands on his body, touching and caressing. That voice, so close to his ear and spoken just for him. Never in his life had he even considered his best friend's dad. Hell, he had barely even seen the man and could count the amount of times he had seen him on one hand! It was ludicrous. Absolutely, and without a doubt.

But also, if Prompto was being severely open and honest with himself (which he absolutely was not. Nope! Nu-uh.), it was the hottest thing he'd ever not experienced.

With a heavy sigh, Prompto removed his hands from his flushed face and finished kicking the blankets off his sweat-matted body. He needed a shower, and he wanted one badly. But first, he reached over to his bedside table and picked up his phone. 'Six in the morning…' About a whole hour earlier than he had planned to get up, but hell, he was sure Noctis wouldn't mind much more than he already would, getting woken up early. His friend had agreed to it the day before, after all... In any case, the blonde didn't think he could fall back asleep. Not with the confusing, contradicting thoughts racing through his head. The 'why's that couldn't be answered and the 'what the fuck's that repeated like a mantra at every turn.

He spent a good portion of his morning routine telling himself to forget about it. It was a freak incident. A one-time thing. For sure.

At least… it was supposed to be.

He peeled his sweat-damp pajamas from his body and carelessly tossed them into the corner- near the hamper, but not in. Oh well. Couldn't be bothered to pick them up. He turned on the shower and allowed the water to heat up while he brushed his teeth. By the time he was finished, the water was well into warm, and the spray of it along his sticky body felt wonderful.

Try as he might, he couldn't get the dream out of his head. As he moved his hands over his skin, washing his body, they reminded him of Regis. Of how the older man played and toyed with him until the blonde was putty in his hands, writhing and begging for more. Prompto groaned when his fingers brushed, ever so lightly, over the length of his cock. He hadn't been in the shower for more than a few minutes and already he was hard and aching.

"Fuck…", he hissed, wrapping his hand around his length and giving it a few firm, languid strokes. He felt oversensitive and needy, just like in his dream, and with a resignated groan of frustration he decided that he needed this. He needed to get off, morals be damned.

As he touched and pleasured himself, it was Regis' name on his tongue as he moaned and gasped, bracing himself with a hand on the wall. Regis' hand instead of his own, expertly bringing him to the precipice of desire and wringing the toe-curling orgasm from his body. Regis' lips he imagined along his skin as he panted, coming down from the high. When everything was over and he could think clearly again Prompto grimaced, watching his cum wash down the drain.

"Damn… I'm so fucked up.", he muttered to himself as his heart still tried to steady it's pounding. With sigh, he turned the knob all the way to cold and let the steady stream of ice cold water shock him out of his unwanted fantasies. 'What the fuck am I doing all of a sudden…? This isn't some random guy. It isn't even some movie celebrity. This is my best friend's fucking dad we're talking about! I shouldn't be jacking off to thoughts of him!' As his skin shivered from the ice-cold droplets of water, he felt more than a little shame for what he did. It was fucked up, wasn't it?

'Maybe it's just my Gads damned teenage hormones. Not to mention the fact that I'm so fucking virginal, I always seem to cockblock myself…' Noctis had already had sex what felt like forever go. Hell, more than half of their schoolmates could be heard gossiping and bragging over who had fucked who and all the messy details. Just yesterday he had overhead Aranea Highwind spout something about how she had somehow fucked Mr. Fleuret, the history teacher! Although, honestly Prompto felt like that one was a lie she made up. Who fucks a teacher?! …Then again, who gets off to thinking about fucking their best friend's dad…? 'Maybe Aranea wasn't joking after all.'

After the shower, he put in his contacts and dressed into something casual- a deep red tank top and some white cargo pants accompanied by a pair of brown boots and, of course, his signature black bandana tied around his bicep. He combed and styled his hair to what he considered perfection. Lastly, he dialed Nyx on his phone while packing some things away that he'd need during his stay at Noctis' mansion. He'd be spending the night and staying well into Sunday, obviously. Once he got there, he never seemed to want to leave. Which made perfect sense, because the Noctis' house was like a castle and the servants there always treated Prompto like royalty as well.

A thought in the back of his mind assured him it was only because the servants were getting paid to do it, but he ignored it. Yup! Royalty. That was him!

"Mr. Argentum?" Nyx answered after the first ring, prim and proper, but with that devilish roughness in his tone as well, like always.

Prompto stifled a laugh, shaking his head with a soft smile as he moved his phone to be held between his head and his shoulder in order to use both hands for packing. "Mr. Ulric.", he shot back without missing a beat, imitating his voice in exaggerated detail. "You answered pretty quickly. You psychic or something?"

From the other end of the line, the blonde could almost hear a laugh. "No. I've simply been through this routine so often that I have it down like a science."

Prompto hummed in acknowledgement. "So, you gonna come pick me up now, Mr. Scientist?"

"Already here. Beat you to it."

Prompto baulked, a pathetic-sounding yelp of surprise breaking through his lips to be heard on the other line. "What, really? Like- you're already here?" In disbelief, the blonde zipped up his overnight bag and walked to his bedroom window to peek through the blinds. Sure enough, there was Nyx, sitting in that perfect limo, parked in front of his small house. Prompto could see him with the limo phone in one hand and a magazine in the other as the man skimmed over its contents. "Stalker, much?"

The tease had no bite to it, and Prompto watched in amusement as the man laughed openly this time and turned to look towards his window, waving at him with a gloved hand. "I guess that's one way to put it. But I wouldn't count your chocobos before they hatch. It's simply my job. And I'm very good at my job."

Prompto rolled his eyes but opened the blinds so that Nyx could see him wave back at him, enthusiastically. "Whatever, dude. Anyone could just drive a car for a living." He turned away and grabbed his overnight bag, slinging over his shoulder before descending down the stairs. "Be there in a sec!"

'One sec' turned into a little more than five minutes after the blonde had run into his parents eating breakfast before their shifts. There was no avoiding all the "How are your grades doing?" and "Be safe, and treat Nyx with respect!" and, as always, "When should we expect you home?".

"Grades are good right now, although I still need to bring up that B minus in chemistry… I always treat Mr. Nyx with respect! I'll thank him for the ride, too. I'll be back Sunday afternoon, well before nightfall, so that I have time to do my homework and get plenty of sleep for the school day…", Prompto replied to the last one with a roll of his eyes. Damn his school night curfew. Noct didn't have one. So unfair.

Once his parents were satisfied, they hugged him goodbye and Prompto bounded out the door, skidding to a halt at the luxurious black limo. Nyx put his magazine away upon the blonde's arrival, but not before he got a good glimpse of what it was about. Cars. Lots of them. Fast, shiny, vibrant, and expensive-looking.

"You like cars?", Prompto asked as he entered the limo and threw his bag to the side without care.

Nyx rolled down the partition and started up the vehicle. "Not just any cars. I like to look at the racing ones."

An incredulous scoff emitted from Prompto's lips as he started in his seat. "Whaaaat? No way."

"I'll have you know that I used to participate in street racing, back before driving this limo. They used to call me 'Hero'." Nyx mentioned smugly from his driver's seat and glided the limo safely and effortlessly into the flow of the heavy morning Insomnian traffic.

Prompto listened to the man as he shot off text after text to Noctis, testing to see if maybe, by the grace of the Astrals, the other boy was awake as well. He doubted it, though. "Oh, yeah?" The blonde made himself at home along the back seat of the limo, kicking his feet up and splaying out as if he was in his own bed. "Why 'Hero'?"

There was no response from Noctis the entire way to Noctis' ridiculously huge mansion, but it was expected. There was no way Noctis was up before seven in the morning. Hell, it would be a shock if the boy woke up before five in the afternoon most weekends. For whatever reason, schoolwork or otherwise, Noctis always seemed to be dead tired on Saturday mornings, as if he hadn't slept a wink… Which was odd… Because the boy was the prince of sleep.

Eh. Oh well. Perhaps he just got extra sleepy on Saturday mornings.

…

Once leaving the Limo and offering Nyx his thanks he found himself at the front gate. Gladio was almost always at the front gate whenever he wasn't doing his rounds along the property. And as luck (or maybe the opposite of luck?) would have it, Gladiolus was there, looking damned fine as always. There was no official uniform; Regis wasn't particular about outfits as long as they were tasteful. But damn, Prompto almost wished there actually was a uniform so he wouldn't have to look at and be tortured by the man's seemingly perfect body.

Tanned, toned, muscular skin was barely covered by a thin, black tank top and some dark grey workout shorts. From inside the small hut that sat beside the gate Gladiolus was sitting, feet clad in black running shoes were kicked up and resting along the desk as he was nose-deep into yet another new novel. Absently, he brushed a stand of deep brown hair out f his face and behind his ear as he read, drawing the blonde's attention to his old scar and those damned, glorious eyebrows and vibrant amber eyes under thick lashes. Prompto gulped and clutched his overnight bag a little harder, steps slowing and coming to a halt in front of the plexiglass barrier that separated them. It was cool inside of the little room, air-conditioned in the summer and heated in the winter, but Prompto could just barely make out the fading sheen of sweat from a recent patrol. The sight made the blonde's mouth water and even though he had gotten off twice already that morning, there was a familiar longing beneath his jeans.

When Gladiolus finally realized he was there, the man blinked in surprise before offering him that damned smirk with those full, pouty lips that Prompto could just imagine being on his. It did nothing to help Prompto's situation and he tried his damnedest not to fail at keeping his vibrant, violet-blue eyes glued to hot amber instead of roaming down to check out full biceps and pectorals. 'You've already gotten off twice today, Prompto! Don't go down that rabbit hole again! Control your damned dick!'

"Oh. Hey, Prom. Should have known you were coming over today." The security guard put down his book and rolled his shoulders, stretching, before leaning on the counter casually and meeting Prompto at eye level. The man reminded him of a mountain lion. Smooth and graceful, but with a predatorial glint in his eye and an unbridled confidence to match. Prompto's mouth began to water. "…Got your pass?"

The older man's deep, husky voice was like pure sex and Prompto had a hard time finding the mind to just breathe much less form actual sentences. His brain short-circuited and fell into a melting pool at his feet. It was only when Gladiolus was looking him up and down with a cocked eyebrow and toothy grin that Prompto kicked himself into gear. "O-oh! That pass? Psh. Totally got it- I think..." The blonde bit his lips and tried to will away the flush that was no doubt making him look like a fresh, ripe tomato as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. His fingers fumbled and almost dropped the whole thing before he finally pulled the plastic rectangle with his picture and info on it out. He placed the I.D. on the counter and waited patiently as Gladiolus picked it up and pretended to verify it. They both knew Prompto was good to enter, but protocol was protocol. Regis didn't allow anyone on the property that didn't have a pass given out by the man himself or Noctis.

With a sly smirk, the tanned man slid the I.D. back to its owner and pressed a button on the wall that would open the gates. The iron bars squeaked open, moving aside slowly. "I'll walk you up to the door, Chocobutt."

"W-what?!", came the squeak of what could only be described as a weak protest. Pale, freckle-dusted hands came up and flailed as his freckled face began to heat up once more. "Dude, it's just a small walk! I'll be cool on my own!"

Even still, the older man stepped out of his box and effortlessly (and quite gentlemanly, if Prompto was honest) took Prompto's overnight bag and slung it over a muscular shoulder with ease, carrying it for him. He shrugged. "So? I need a break for a bit. Humor me." Gladiolus was stubborn, Prompto knew this, and once he had an idea in his head he was very rarely deterred from changing his mind. With a quiet huff of exasperation, Prompto nodded and took an indulgent second to stare at that glorious ass before catching up with the man attached to it. "So, what's the plan for today? Gonna do each other's hair? Maybe paint the nails?" Prompto rolled his eyes but jumped with another little squeak as Gladiolus got close enough to elbow him lightly in the ribs and finish with, "…Talk about boys?", in that deep, suggestive baritone.

'I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.' Prompto did his best to laugh off the tease, although his heart was beating out of his chest at the suggestive tone in the larger man's deep voice and what that suggestion implied; as if Prompto's crush on him was the most obvious thing in the world. Hell, maybe it was. Maybe Prompto was as shit at keeping secrets as he was in gym class. Even still, he shook his head and fixed Gladiolus with a pout. There was no way Gladiolus was flirting with him right now… right? Right?! 'Please Gods, let him be flirting with me!' "Nope! Movie marathon. Gonna stay up allll night and watch the latest 'Too Late to Turn Back'. It just got its blue-ray release!" 'There will, definitely, be talking about boys. Mainly you. But I'm not going to tell you that.'

"Those movies are still going?" Gladiolus crinkled his nose and shook his head. "Haven't watched any of those since I was in high school… How many are there now?"

"This one's the ninth! There's 'Too Late to Turn Back', 'Two Late to Turn Back- The Sequel', 'Too Late to Turn Back- Again', et cetera, et cetera. This one's called 'Too Late to Turn Back- For Real This Time'. Personally, I doubt that they mean it. After all, this is the ninth movie… But can you blame them? The films have a major cult following! The actors are pretty shit, but the over-the-top action is insane and more than makes up for it!" He was rambling now. He knew he was, but he just couldn't seem to stop. The words were falling from his lips to battle the growing feeling of anxiety and nervousness and arousal at being in such close proximity to the object of his affection. He chanced a small look at Gladiolus, and noticed amber eyes staring down at him and quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck and blushing, stopping his rant abruptly and tapering it off into a clunky chuckle.

Gladiolus laughed, warm and genuine, and it made Prompto's heart skip a beat and his knees feel like jelly. He could listen to that laugh all day. Too bad they were already at the front door. Shit. How did that even happen? Their walk together was over all too soon! "So, no boys?", the muscular man asked once more, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Prompto chuckled and accepted his bag as it was handed back. His face felt so hot, he just knew he could roast a marshmallow on it. "…Nope?" He inwardly cringed at how high-pitched and strained he sounded. It had to be more than obvious at this point that he had the biggest crush in all of Eos. But Gladiolus couldn't be interested in him… right? But this was flirting... right?! Gladiolus had to be flirting with him. Why else would he press so hard about talking about boys? Did Gladiolus know he talked about him to Noctis all the time?! The questions were making him dizzy. 'Just ask him out, Prompto! Ask him out already!'

"Haha, ok. Well. Enjoy that, I guess?" Gladiolus shook his head and smiled. "Have a good time, Prom. Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll walk you out again." And with a handsome wink and a wave of his hand, the man was turning and jogging back to his post before Prompto could utter a thank you or collect the courage to ask him on a date. With a heavy sigh, he allowed himself a few more seconds to get an eyeful of that ass before clumsily grabbing for the front door and pushing his way in. 'Get it together, Argentum!'

…

"Ah, Mr. Argentum. Here again?"

Ignis' lovely, accented voice caught Prompto as he passed through the kitchen and the sweet smell of pancakes had his mouth watering not too long afterwards. Prompto waved to the man in passing. "You know it! Hey- promise me you'll save me some of those? I'm gonna wake up our sleeping beauty real quick."

Ignis chuckled softly as he waved back. "Good luck with that. Saturdays are the worst for him."

"Don't I know it!"

"Do you prefer strawberries or chocolate chips in your pancakes?"

"Strawberries! Thanks, Iggy!"

A light sprint upstairs and a small walk down a hallway had Prompto at the door to Noctis' rather impressive bedroom and he pushed his way in without hesitance. He didn't feel strange for doing so. He'd done it many times throughout the recent years, and he was used to the drawn curtains and soft silence save for Noctis' gentle snoring that greeted him upon entry. Prompto sighed and shook his head as he turned to observe his best friend in all his glory- clad in only a pair of boxers, sleeping above the blankets as if the room was far too hot, and cradling pillows between his knees and to his chest. His hair was mussed, sticking out in the craziest directions. It was almost comical, how childish Noctis looked in these moments. Like he was nothing more than a big kid.

"Alright, buddy! Time to get up!" The blonde made quick work of throwing the curtains open, forcing the large bedroom to face the bright, early-morning sunlight.

Noctis seemed like a vampire, cringing and curling in on himself more. "Fuck off.", came the ever-eloquent response, deeper than normal and gritty with the remnants of sleep he refused to let go of.

Prompto laughed before throwing himself on his friend's plush bed and stealing his pillows away. "You eat Iggy's food with that mouth?"

Noctis groaned, blindly fumbling for his stolen belongings, though he stubbornly refused to open is eyes. Prompto laughed at his furrowed brows and little pout. It only made Noctis pout further, cracking an eye open to blearily glare into violet-blues. "Fuck off, Dude. I had a late night…" He rolled over, deciding to forget about the pillows in favor of more attempted sleep; comfort be damned.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. What did you guys end up doing?"

There was a long silence, and Prompto huffed an annoyed breath before playfully delivering a slap to Noct's boxer-clad ass. Noctis jumped with a gritty yelp, scrambling to sit up and protect his smarting ass with a little flush across his face. "Ow, geez! Chill! I'm up, Im up!"

Prompto merely laughed and threw a pillow at his friend, further messing up the bird's nest he called hair. "Sorry, sorry! …So?"

Noctis yawned and stretched. "We went out and had a fancy dinner at The Quay. You know, fancy wine and lobster and shit. The good stuff. It was a bit of a drive, so I got home late..." He groaned, stretching. "…I feel like a bus hit me…"

The blonde shrugged. "Perks of a wine hangover, dude. You'd think, with how often your dad lets you drink at all those business galas and crap, that you'd be used to drinking by now."

Noctis pouted, falling over onto his side and snatching back one of his stolen pillows. "You're a heartless bastard, you know that?"

Prompto snickered and began steadily kicking his friend out of bed with a socked foot. "You love me, though." Noctis merely grunted in response, allowing his tired and lazy body to be kicked right out of bed and onto the hardwood floor with a thud. Even still, he didn't move to get up, making it seem like he was perfectly content to just sleep on the floor. Maybe he was. "Iggy's making pancakes in the kitchen right now, you know! Hurry up and shower so we can go grab some! I brought all those movies, you know. We'll never finish them if we don't hurry up and start!"

Noctis slowly rose to his feet and began walking towards his adjoining bathroom. "…I thought you wanted to go to that new chocobo ranch, though? You were ranting and raving and pestering me about it the entire ride home yesterday…"

"I didn't forget that, either! We can go Sunday morning! But tonight is movie night!"

Noctis sighed, but shook his head with a small smile, reluctant to stay disgruntled with his best friend. "Okay, okay… You go ahead and grab your pancakes. I'll take a shower and be right down. Then we can start this movie marathon right."

Prompto grinned and hopped off the bed. "Noice! I'll go ahead and pop in the first disk!"

"You do that…"

The sound of rushing water made Prompto's hair stand on end and a shiver run down his spine. Already, he could begin to feel phantom hands on his skin. He shook his head to forcefully try to knock he memories from his brain. Why was that dream so hard to forget?!

…

"I'm leaving for the evening, boys. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to fix you anything before I head home? It wouldn't be any trouble." Ignis popped his head into the living room, but the two teens didn't so much as blink an eye in his direction as their faces and attention stayed solely on the large flat screen, where explosions and gunshots were ringing out, painting the dim room in a bright, orange light. They looked like two large children, wrapped up in layers of blankets and pillows with their snacks and soda. It made the older man smile, remembering his own times as a teenager.

"Nah, we're good, Specs.", came Noctis' half-mumbled response as he grabbed another large handful of popcorn out of the bowl in Prompto's lap. After all, it was already well past Ignis' time to go home. He had already stayed later than normal in order to make them an assortment of treats for their long night ahead. The man deserved a break.

"Yeah, don't worry about us. We've got popcorn!" Prompto gave a thumbs-up before pulling the bowl away from the food hog next to him. "Hey, save some snacks for me, Noct!"

"Chill out. We got more."

Ignis smiled fondly and nodded. "As you wish… Goodnight."

"Night, Iggy!"

"Take care!"

After a few moments, they both heard the front door click shut and then it was just the two of them alone again. The action scenes began to slow down, the movie becoming more about the character development now. Prompto and Noctis had seen every movie except the new one multiple times. They could probably reenact each line if they wanted. So instead of paying attention, Prompto set the popcorn bowl down and threw his head into Noctis' lap with a dramatic wail. Noctis jumped a bit in surprise but smiled at the blonde's dramatics.

"Oh my Gods, Noct, I'm pretty sure Gladio was flirting with me today…"

Noctis snorted out a laugh, flicking his friend on the nose before reaching for the popcorn bowl again. "…So?"

"So?! I made a total idiot out of myself, dude!"

"Prom… When do you not do that…?" He barely avoided the slap that the blonde attempted to land, along with another pitiful whine. "Haha. Okay, okay! It was just a joke! …What happened?"

The blonde sighed, closing his eyes. "He walked me to your front door, Noct! He even carried my bag!"

Noct let out a whistle, nodding. "Wow. That's… an unexpected development. That asshole never walks me to the door. And he technically works for me… What did you do?"

"What I always do! I clammed up! I couldn't stop blushing and I almost dropped my fucking I.D. when he asked for it! And then he asked if we were gonna talk about boys during our sleepover, and I- Noct, I'm telling you, he knows!"

Noctis rolled his eyes. "So then go after him, dummy! It's obvious that he was hitting on you. He probably likes you, too. Just ask him out on a date."

Prompto suddenly sat up, baulking. "A date?! And then what, Noct?! He's gonna figure out what a total loser I am! Compared to an absolute god he is! Okay- say I do ask him out. And say he does say yes. Noct- dude- I've never even kissed anyone! What utter snack of a man wants someone like me, who has zero experience with anyone or anything other than his own hand?!"

Noctis crinkled is nose. "Ew, Prom. I don't want to think about you and your hand getting to know each other…"

"It's the truth, tough!" The poor blonde whimpered and threw himself over to spread himself out on the couch. "We can't all be as sexually skilled as you, Noct…"

The raven's brows furrowed. "Hey! Who is 'we'-?"

"You still haven't told me who you did it with, by the way." Prompto peered at his best friend over his shoulder and curiously watched the blush that lit the man's cheeks up in a lovely pink. It was a curious topic. Who was the mystery man (or woman?) who Noct secretly met up with for… sex? A relationship? It was anyone's guess. He was his best friend and they told each other everything, but for some reason this was a topic Noctis just would not budge on. That was okay, Prompto supposed. He wasn't entitled to know everything about his best friend. Noctis was allowed to keep things to himself. It was just… odd. Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe he was every bit as much of a virgin as Prompto was.

"And I never will!" With a small flush, the black-haired boy threw a handful of popcorn at his best friend. Nothing more would be said about it, and that was that. No matter what, Noctis wasn't spilling the beans. "Prom, just- I dunno- get someone to practice with?" The only response he received was a low, exasperated groan into the couch cushion. "Date someone for a bit. Do some stuff with them. Once you've got the experience, level up and get with Gladio. Simple."

Prompto scoffed, raising his face out of the cushions to level his best friend with a stern look. "You mean play with someone else's emotions and manipulate them into thinking I care about them, all so they can open up and let me do sex stuff with them?"

Noctis furrowed his brows, frowning. "Well when you put it like that it sounds bad…"

"Not to mention, who the heck am I gonna even do that with? Who in their right mind would agree to a sex-only relationship with me?! …In case you haven't noticed, you're the only person I hang with?" Teasingly, Prompto sat up and sidled up next to the other boy and gave him a teasing look. "Unless… you wanna be my partner?"

Noctis laughed and kicked his friend away with his foot, laughing harder as it accidentally knocked him off the entire couch with a thud. Revenge for earlier that morning, he supposed. "No way. Nice try though, buddy."

Prompto laughed a bit at the cruel karma as well before their giggles eventually tapered off. The action scenes long gone for now, the main character and his love interest were starting to get hot and heavy. Prompto and Noctis watched with rapt attention, even though they had pretty much seen the movie over 5 times and knew every scene by heart. They were currently on the fourth movie, and the 7th had the best sex scenes, but this one was probably close second.

Prompto's face heated in yet another blush as before he knew it his mind was already drifting back to that dream of Regis. As he watched on, he imagined himself and Regis in the actors' places. Prompto licked his lip and pulled a pillow close to his chest and over his lap, hiding the stirrings or arousal between his legs. He wondered how Regis really was in bed. Was he a caring, attentive lover? Perhaps he took only his own pleasure and would leave Prompto to finish himself off afterwards? To be honest, both ideas were wonderful, making the blonde bite his lip and try his best not to squirm or adjust himself too much. He wondered how Regis kissed, what noises he'd make. Was he loud in bed or would he just gasp and hum? Did he prefer to take the lead, or would he rather Prompto be the one on top, riding him for all he was worth? 'Astrals- fuck, Prompto! Stop thinking about this shit!'

Noctis crinkled his nose and spoke, pulling his friend out of his head. "Those noises she's making are totally fake."

Prompto rolled his eyes. "Duh, Noct. Of course they're fake… They aren't actually having sex in front of the camera. This is an action movie, not a porno."

He shrugged. "I dunno. I heard somewhere that in some movies, they actually do have sex for real… You know, for realism, I guess?"

"Well, if they aren't faking the action, she's sure faking the pleasure. Dude must suck at it..."

"Oh, absolutely. No one's gonna be this into it with zero foreplay."

Prompto shrugged from where he now sat comfortably on the floor, leaning his head back onto a couch cushion to look Noctis in the eyes. "I dunno…? Maybe it's implied that they had some foreplay, but the scene got cut due to time restraints or something?"

Noctis chuckled, meeting his gaze. "Doubtful. These types of movies cater to those big beefy dude bros who don't know how to get a woman off. It's not going to focus on anything other than getting it in and getting it over with."

"Oh, like you now how to get a woman off?", Prompto shot back confidently. But, then again, maybe Noctis did know how to get a girl off. This mysterious secret lover he had could be a girl… Prompto swallowed, smile faltering a bit as he finished his accusation. Suddenly, he felt like there was a gap between himself and Noctis that he didn't pay attention to until now.

Noctis shrugged. His ears were burning again. "Well, no... But, I mean, it can't be too much different, right? I at least know not to skip the foreplay…"

Prompto looked to the screen once more. The two lovers were coming up on their over-acted orgasms, the off-camera gyrating increasing in speed and the woman's wonton cries hitting a higher, more-drawn-out pitch as the male lead groaned loudly. He was going to answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a hand reaching back into the popcorn bowl in Noctis' lap, a foreign voice came out of nowhere.

"What can't be too much different?"

As if they were watching a shitty horror movie instead of some shitty action flick, both boys nearly jumped out of their skins. Prompto verbally yelped and his hand knocked over the bowl, popcorn spilling all over Noctis' lap and the floor beside them. Large, blue-violet eyes snapped up, ears practically ringing as the owner of the voice registered in his mind. The same voice that whispered sinful things into his ear, coming from that same body that touched and caressed and used him to his heart's desire. It was as if the world had slowed down to almost a complete halt, his heart hammering in his chest.

Regis was there, standing behind the couch, looking between the film playing out on the flat screen and the two boys. 'Wait- Mr. Caelum is home today?! Since when is he home?! How long has he been here?' It was strange and absolutely out of left field. Noctis' dad was never home unless it was late at night. Right now it was only five in the afternoon! He'd only seen the man a handful of times and even then, it was abrupt and rushed. He was always late for something or on the phone with an important business colleague or client. Prompto didn't think of the possibility of the man being here, of being so close to him. 'Did Noct know about this?! Why didn't he tell me?! Wait- it's his dad. I'm here to see him, not his dad. Of course he wouldn't mention it. That would be way too weird. But- Still?! Why now? Why after- after… that?!' Mentally, he cursed the Astrals for putting him in this predicament.

"Oh, hey Dad." Noctis perked up from his spot on the couch immediately, turning away from the film to cross his arms over the back of the couch and smile up at the older man with a childlike giddiness as his voice remain comfortable and casual. It was overtly obvious now that Noctis had known he was home the whole time. The boy wasn't nearly as shocked as Prompto was. But, then again, Noctis had no reason to be so startled. He wasn't the one having sexual dreams about the man. "Have a nice off day?"

Prompto couldn't help but look at the man, up and down, as his body lit up with sparks of unwelcomed heat. Ever since that dream, his interest had been helplessly peaked, his mind left to reminisce on the fantasy and ruminate on just what would have happened if the dream hadn't ended yet. Suddenly, he wasn't looking at Noctis' dad as simply his dad anymore.

The man was tall, and his shoulders were broad underneath the half-undone white button-up he was sporting. Not as muscular as Gladiolus, but still toned. Pale green eyes met two pairs of blues from under damp, loose strands of salt-and-pepper hair, unstyled and making him instantly seem about ten years younger as he dabbed at it with the dark towel that he held. Fresh out of the shower, ('Why is he coincidentally fresh out of a shower?!') his skin was flushed and damp from where it peeked out of his clothes. Prompto swallowed thickly as he took in the toned yet thin waist and the wonderful way his dress pants clung to his legs. Damned him. Even in the comfort of his own home and in the middle of a supposed 'off day', the man was dressed in fine clothes. Prompto scolded himself for wondering how nice the fabric would feel beneath his fingertips or how good they would look piled on the floor as Regis discarded them and-

No, he wasn't seeing Noctis' dad anymore. He was seeing the object of his abrupt, deep-sleep desire. A man, plain and simple, just like the rest of them.

Those pale eyes turned to look him over and Prompto could feel his face heat up, despite his overwhelming need to act cool. Regis couldn't read minds. He couldn't possibly know about what they had been doing in that dream. But, even still, Prompto broke eye contact quickly from paranoia, turning to face the movie and squeezing his thighs shut in order to reprimand his traitorous cock that was slowly beginning to swell with interest. Distantly, throughout the mental screams and reprimands at himself for wanting to drink Noctis' dad like a fine wine, Prompto realized that other than jumping and knocking over stuff like a skittish housecat, he hadn't said any sort of greeting.

He kept his eyes glued to the screen as his nails dug into the fabric of his jeans. "H-Hello, Mr. Caelum.", he all but squeaked. Thankfully, neither men seemed all too interested in what Prompto was saying as they continued chatting idly behind him.

"Hello, boys. And yes, Noctis, I did. Although, it isn't exactly an off day if I'm still holed up in my study, working from my desk…" There was a certain tiredness to Regis' voice. "But, it's nice to get out of the office building, and I'm enjoying being close to you for once."

Noctis let out a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes. "Kinda hard to tell that you took a week off to sped time with me if you're never around, Dad."

Regis smiled, though there was a sadness and regret in his eyes. "I apologize… I suppose I have been locked away in that study for quite some time… I thought I'd give you and your friend some alone time." Prompto's hair stood on end and his heart slammed even further in his chest as he heard shifting, felt the footsteps walk around the couch, close to him. He could feel Regis' body heat at his back and could smell the scent of fresh soap and sandalwood. "…Would it be alright if I stayed for a bit of your film?" He bit his lip, swallowing down a whine. That deep, even voice was so close now and despite his desire to act normal and stop overthinking, it was doing things to him.

"I don't mind. How 'bout you, Prom? Is that cool?"

Prompto started from his spot on the floor, shoulders tensing before he forced them to relax. 'Chill, dude. This is fine. This is normal. We're just watching a movie. It's almost over, anyways. You can pull through this.' He forced a deep, even breath. In through his nose, out through his mouth. "Sure! The more the merrier, right?" His eyes chanced a look at Noctis, and the boy's expression showed how grateful he was at the small action. Prompto nodded back, offering a hesitant smile in return. Gods, he knew how Noctis never got to see his dad. He wanted the time, and that was fine. He'd suffer through a few more minutes of uncomfortable, awkward tension. He'd do just about anything for his best friend.

Besides, it could be worse.

Regis stretched a bit before throwing his damp towel somewhere. "You boys still haven't answered my question, though."

Noctis flushed and tugged a pillow close to his chest, resting his chin on it. "Nothing, Dad!"

…

Wrong. He was so wrong. It got worse. It got much worse.

Noctis, the traitorous bastard, knocked the fuck out in record time. He only lasted one and a half more movies. From his spot on the couch, cushion cradled under his head and drool pooling from his mouth, he was snoring. Blissfully swept away in the sleep he had been denied that morning by Prompto. Regis, rightfully so after entering the middle of a series, had questions. And Prompto was the only one there to answer them. The man was intrigued, his interest piqued. Or maybe he was just being polite. So when he tentatively asked if they were going to continue and move on with the next movie, of course Prompto said yes. He was in Regis' house, eating Regis' food, and using Regis' flat screen. Hell, he had been thinking non-stop about Regis fucking him since before he even entered the room! It would only be fair that he let the man in on their movie marathon.

"I don't want to intrude on your sleepover with Noctis...", Regis had started, looking to Prompto and rubbing at the back of his neck. He didn't seem nervous, merely… out of place.

"No- It's okay!" Prompto quickly interjected before he could finish, snapping his head away from where he had been frozen in place, looking at the screen. The ending credits on the current movie were almost done rolling. Immediately, he regretted the action. His muscles felt stiff and sore from remaining in the same spot for over two hours. Prompto had been frozen stiff, too anxious and nervous to move more than what was necessary to breathe. His ass muscles hurt. He couldn't pay attention to the movie in the slightest. Only Regis ran through his mind as his body heat could be felt sitting not too far away from him and his gentle, manly scent filled his lungs. Fuck, he was still hard. If he was going to sit through another movie, he'd need to get more comfortable. "Uh, I'm gonna go change into my pajamas real quick…"

Regis nodded. "Shall I grab some more snacks?"

"S-Sure." Prompto moved to stand on trembling legs, trying to angle his body so that the tent in his jeans would be less obvious. As he took his first step the world seemed to tilt and it took everything in him to not drop right back to the floor.

"Prompto…? Are you alright…?"

Prompto could feel Regis' eyes on him, could hear the worried tone of his voice, but he didn't dare turn to see him. The sensation of those eyes on him sent bolts of heat and arousal straight to his cock. The damp spot in his underwear merely deepened. He needed to get off, and now. "Y-yeah! Legs just fell asleep on me, I guess… haha." When Regis offered to help him up the stairs and back into Noctis' room, Prompto refused, and booked it as fast as he could.

…

"Ffffuck…!"

He shouldn't be doing this. Jerking off in Noctis' bed while he slept on the couch downstairs? It was downright rude. An overstep of boundaries that a best friend shouldn't cross. But, fuck, Prompto couldn't help it. He'd been sitting on that floor with a raging boner for hours and if he had to take that for even a second longer, he felt as though he'd die.

As soon as he entered Noctis' room, he locked the door behind him. Guilt flared for only a moment but was quickly pushed aside as the searing need ripped through him. He was finally alone, all to himself, and his jeans felt hot and stifling. He couldn't get out of them fast enough and was only able to wretch them half-way down his thighs before flopping onto the bed and pulling his underwear down with them. He hadn't even gotten his shoes off and he was already fisting his cock, biting down on his finger to stifle the litany of moans and whines as he worked himself at a fast and rough pace. Gods, he was so wet. His dick was practically glistening, sticky and slick from all the precum that had gathered and smeared, making his ministrations smooth and fluid.

"Regis-!"

He wouldn't last long. Not at this rate. It was all the same, though. He didn't want it to last. It couldn't. He was supposed to be changing and coming right back down. Getting changed wasn't supposed to take as long as it would for him to draw this out and play with himself until he couldn't take it anymore. Another curse and a choked groan escaped as the scene formed in his mind.

Noctis was gone. It was just the two of them. Regis had him pinned to the couch, his large body atop of his own, looming over him as he looked into those pale eyes, pupils blown with his lust. His hand worked Prompto expertly as he watched him, intent on seeing what his every stroke and touch did to the blonde. Prompto was trapped, left gasping and struggling for breath as his hands would clasp and grip the older man's wrist next to his head and the couch cushion beneath him.

"This has to be a new record for you, Prompto… I've only just begun to touch you and already you're acting as if you're on the edge…" That deep voice rung in his ears and Prompto outright moaned before biting his lip and trying to prevent his body from arching and thrusting into the hand that owned him.

"Please…! Regis, I need it!"

Regis smirked, heated eyes roaming over his prize, so easily won. "All in due time. But first, show me how you look when you cum by my hand. Show me, Prompto…"

It was all over. He couldn't-

His orgasm hit him hard, spilling over his hand and over his tank top. Stray globs leaked and fell to the skin of his exposed abdomen as his hand slowed but continued to pump, slowly working him until every last drop was wrung out of him. His finger hurt from where he bit down on it, trying to contain the near scream that wanted to escape. When he brought it from his mouth and observed it, the skin was broken. He could taste blood on his tongue.

"…Fuck… What the fuck is wrong with me…?"

He laid there a moment longer, panting, until his heated skin began to shiver in the cold air of Noctis' bedroom. He kicked off his pants and shoes and took off his top, wiping the blood and the rest of the cum off him before balling it up and placing it in his overnight bag. He'd wash it when he got home. Maybe he'd fucking burn it. Who knew? He changed into a new pair of underwear and pajamas and quickly washed his face and hands before heading back down to the living room where the next movie was already playing out.

"Oh, there you are…" Noctis drawled with a sleepy yawn. "Sorry… I fell asleep…"

Prompto shrugged. He felt strange. Paranoid. Like Noctis could tell what he was up to. He prayed to the Astrals that he didn't. "It's cool, dude. We've seen them before. Just don't fall asleep during the last one!", he scolded lightly, ruffling the boy's dark hair before rounding the couch and plopping down next to him.

"I won't!", Noctis pouted.

Regis entered the living room from the kitchen holding a fresh batch of popcorn and a plate of brownies made by Ignis fresh that afternoon. "Welcome back, Prompto. You must feel better now, right?"

Prompto blushed and ducked his head. 'Please don't let him see my face!' He couldn't be sure if the darkness of the living room hid the vibrant pink on his face. He scratched at his blonde locks. "Haha. Yup. Pajamas make everything better."

"Aren't you going to change, Dad?", Noctis asked, reaching over his friend to snag a brownie.

"No, I won't stay much longer. Than I'll get back to work."

Prompto swallowed and tried to relax back into the couch and ignore the warmth of the knee that just barely made contact with his own throughout the movie.

…

Much to Prompto's dismay, the dreams began coming more and more often. It got to the point where Prompto couldn't get through the day without jacking off anymore. Regis filled his mind, took over his thoughts and better judgement. Imaginary lewd talk ran through his mind, even at school, and he was never safe.

Prompto couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to get off without thinking specifically of Regis. Weeks had passed since that fateful morning. Gladiolus still made his heart flutter and his knees weak, but even thinking about the muscle-clad Adonis of a man couldn't get him there anymore no matter what he tried. Al he knew was Regis. All he thought about was Regis. All he wanted to do was Regis.

Noctis didn't seem to be catching on, thank goodness. Prompto loved the boy, but Astrals, he wasn't the fasted at figuring things out. Normally, the creative blonde used any opportunity he could to come over to his best friend's house. But now, it was almost every weekend. Sometimes he had even tried coming during the weekdays, if only for a few hours. He made excuses.

"Let's play this new game I got!"

"Have you seen this movie yet?"

"Dude! You totally gotta let me take pictures of your garden for my portfolio! The final is next week!"

Any and every excuse under the sun was used, and Noctis accepted happily. Any down time with his friend was good enough for him, and he welcomed the excuses to postpone his homework. But each and every visit only left Prompto more disappointed. As he already knew, Regis was rarely home. He was a fucking idiot for thinking that just because now that he wanted the older man's dick he'd be around more. Like magic and fate was real or something.

That being said, there were a few victories under his belt.

One night he had spent was an absolute bust. Until, that I, Prompto went downstairs for a glass of water and found the man in nothing but his pajama bottoms, drinking milk straight from the carton. The milk mustache covering his real one and the sheepish smile he gave Prompto later at being caught had fueled more than a few dreams of Regis drinking down his cum with just as much enthusiasm.

Another night, he had gotten to see Regis for just a moment, walking brusquely through the mansion and holding his briefcase, urgently trying to arrive to a last-minute meeting on time. The man had looked his finest, dressed in a deep black suit with a royal blue tie and a stunning set of shades to hide his eyes and their expression. The gold wristwatch on his arm was also nice and it shined and sparkled in the sunlight. Prompto had imagined Regis doting on him with lovely, expensive things, telling him how gorgeous he was and how lovely he looked dripping in gold and diamonds.

But the best night of all so far was when Prompto and Noctis were in the middle of an hours-long video gaming binge fest. Noctis fell asleep a short while past midnight, and not five minutes later Regis was stumbling in through the front door, drunkenly toeing off his shoes. Prompto paused the game upon hearing the front door open and sat down the controller on the coffee table. He lifted himself from the couch a carefully and quietly as possible trying not to wake Noctis.

Prompto met Regis by the door, smiling up at him through disheveled bangs. He wanted to say something. "How was your day, Mr. Caelum" "Was work hard?" You look really nice. Is that a new suit?" All of that came to a halt, however, when Regis took one look at him and smiled. Prompt was frozen, his heart beating wildly and his hands fumbling with the bottom of his shirt. The man was looking down at him with adoration in slightly dazed eyes, smiling a toothy, handsome grin.

When Noctis' father finally completed toeing off his shoes in his drunken stupor, he gathered Prompto in his arms, holding him close. "There you are, Noctis. How come you're up so late? Isn't it a school night?"

It wasn't. It was Saturday again. But Prompto could hardly care. He couldn't even be bothered with being mistaken for his best friend through Regis' alcohol-induced haze. All that mattered was the warmth of his embrace, the feel of his clothes, the smell of his cologne. Prompto floundered dumbly for a moment, mouth hanging open in surprise and hands struggling to follow his brain's command to hug the older man back.

Regis pulled back and looked him in the eyes one last time before delivering a kiss to his forehead and stumbling away. "Goodnight, Son. Proud of you."

All Prompto could do was stand there, flabbergasted and blushing furiously, trying to take it all in. He made the decision, then, that he couldn't hold this in anymore. He needed these dreams to be more than dreams. He needed the warmth of that embrace, the hot tickle of those lips and the rough scrape of that well-trimmed beard at he kissed him. He needed those hands, embracing him with love and adoration.

He'd do it. Next week, for sure. He'd confess.

…

Prompto could feel his body jittering as he slowly approached the study. His feet hit the carpet without a sound as he stepped closer, the light coming from the slightly open door flooding his body in a thin sliver of warm light. The interior was lit, but dimly, by a single lamp on Regis' desk. The man looked hard at work, staring down and reading documents through squinted, focused eyes as a hand ran through his hair, tugging the bangs out of his face. To Prompto's surprise thin, wiry reading glasses sat upon his nose, making him look even smarter and far more handsome, if it were even possible.

Gods, Prompto was already becoming overwhelmed by him, even from this distance. He hadn't gotten to this moment as fast as he would have liked. Regis had not made another appearance in two months. It was by pure, dumb luck now that Prompto had woken up needing to go to the bathroom and realized the light emitting from the study. He could feel his fingers beginning to tremble with his nerves and he forced a slow, steady breath and gathered the courage to knock.

He wasn't backing down. Not today.

At the sound of the knocks, Regis looked up. "Come in." Prompto did so, pushing the door open just enough for his body to slip inside, as if opening the bulk of hardwood all the way would expose the light of the room to Noctis. It would have been impossible. Noctis was all the way down the hall. Still, Prompto closed the door softly behind him and sent a prayer to the Astrals that all of this would go well. Once Regis got a good look at who his guest was he smiled a small, tied smile and moved to take the glasses from his face. "Ah. Prompto. Good evening."

Prompto managed a smile himself, biting his bottom lip as all Regis' attention was on him and not his paperwork. "H-Hi, Mr. Caelum."

He took in the room as he looked around. As the name suggested, the room was every bit an area to work and study in. Rows of books lined the walls behind Regis, covering the space from floor to ceiling. The desk was large and immaculate. Dark wood with small, intricate details carved into the legs and the trim. Next to the window there was a rather comfy looking armchair and an unused floor lamp. Along the wall opposite the window, there was a large chalkboard filled with sketches of buildings, floor plans, and cityscapes. Prompto's eyes lingered on it as he approached. The room wasn't by any means small, but the silence stretched thick and as it was just the two of them in there with the door closed, Prompto suddenly felt trapped.

Regis leaned back on his chair and gestured to the armchair in the corner. "Please, sit."

Prompto shook his head. He didn't think he'd be able to sit. His nerves were on fire, his heart racing. If he sat, he wouldn't be able to keep still. "No, thank you. I'm okay."

Regis eyes him curiously but nodded. "As you wish… So, what brings you here? It's-" He looked at the clock on the wall above the door. Half past two in the morning. "-rather late… Bad dream, perhaps?"

Prompto had to suppress a shiver at how those eyes bore into his own, unknowingly setting him on fire. He closed them tightly, lest he run out of courage. Prompto's hands had balled into fists at his sides, nails biting into the pale skin of his palms as he quickly and ineloquently responded with, "I-I want you to have sex with me!"

The silence was expected but it was deafening, and the lack of a response for such a long period of time made Prompto want to squirm, sweat forming on his skin- but he held fast. He counted down the seconds as they drifted by, one by one, eyes refusing to open and look Regis in the face. When the rebuttal came, he was ready.

"…Prompto-"

"No, I know. You're like- fifty. I get it. I totally get it. It's weird. But, Regis- I mean- Mr. Caelum, I can't help it!" He opened his eyes, blinking at the ground. He still couldn't do it. He couldn't see what face Regis had. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, wincing as he forced his hands to relax. Licking his lips, he continued, "I want this so badly, all of a sudden. More than I've ever wanted anything. Even more than Gladio, if you can believe it! Well- actually- I've never told you about my crush on Gladio, so you probably didn't know about it."

"Prompto-" A little louder, but still quiet compared to the jumbled mess of sentences falling from the blonde's lips that grew more frantic with each breath. A little firmer. Still, Prompto persisted.

"Hell, you're probably straight as ever. You helped create Noctis after all, But- Gods, these dreams. I-I've been having these crazy, impossible dreams. And in them, you- you…" His confidence faltered here, as he prepared to speak the most intimate parts of his thoughts. His face felt hot and he knew he had to be blushing furiously. He hoped Regis didn't think he looked stupid. He wanted Regis to look at him properly. Not as Noctis' best friend, but as a man. A potential sexual partner. He wanted it so badly and the thought of rejection, the very real reality of what exactly he was confessing, if Regis were to say no, would ruin him. He took in a shaky breath and held himself. He had to force his foot to stop tapping along the carpet.

"You touched me, kissed me… You've fucked me so many times, I can't unsee you like that… I'm always wondering what it would feel like to have you all over me, and I- Gods, Mr. Caelum, I know I'm rambling and I'm being selfish and I'm not making one bit of sense, but-"

"Prompto." This time the man's words held authority and weight, breaking through the haze. Prompto immediately stiffened, jumping at the suddenness of them. "…Look at me, please." Hesitantly, Prompto did so, lifting his gaze from his own two feet to peer into endless, pale greens. The look Regis was giving him was firm but steady, his emotions unreadable. Prompto didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it. He felt an acute shame begin to bubble up the longer they stared at one another. Finally, after what felt like far too long, Regis nodded towards the armchair across the room. "…Sit. Please. Clearly, there is much to talk about…"

Prompto nodded and turned, feeling the man's stare hot on his back until he turned once more and sat, facing Noctis' dad. He couldn't relax. He sat ramrod straight, hands bunched and wringing in his lap as his right leg began to bounce restlessly. Regis, on the other hand, looked as calm as can be. He sat in his office chair, leaned back so that his head rested along the back of it. With his elbows on the armrests, his fingers threaded together. His expression was even. Patient. Perhaps even understanding. It was a very 'fatherly' look, and fuck Prompto wasn't nearly as ashamed as he should be to admit to himself that it turned him on.

"Prompto… How long have you felt this way?"

Prompto bushed. It was hard to hold his gaze. "…A few months now…?"

"Forgive me for needing to ask, but unfortunately I have not paid enough attention to what Noctis has said about you until now… How old are you?"

"E-Eighteen, Sir…", he admitted, quietly. Was that bad? Was that good? The blonde had no tells as to the answer.

For a while Regis was silent, and then, "…Prompto… How far do your sexual experiences go? …Other than these dreams, of course."

Finally, Prompto looked away, unable to admit his lack of experience confidently. "…N-none, aside f-from getting myself off…"

Regis nodded. "…How about relationships? Dating, even? …Have you ever been kissed?"

"…N-no, Sir…"

Regis sat up a bit and sighed, brows furrowing. "Prompto…" His tone was firm yet understanding, every bit fatherly and authoritative. Prompto couldn't help but feel like a scolded child. Like he was in a family therapy session. It made him feel small. Like he didn't know what he really wanted. But he did know. He knew what he wanted more clearly and vividly than he ever thought possible. "…You're very young, and very inexperienced… Are you absolutely sure that you want to share all those 'firsts' with an old man like me…? What makes you so sure that this is truly what you want for yourself?"

Prompto frowned. "I… I'm not sure, to be honest… I… I just know that I want to try… and I want to try it with you…!"

Regis sat up a little straighter and sighed. "Prompto… You realize the weight your invitation holds, correct? You realize the consequences that would come if Noctis finds out about it?" He watched as Prompto perked up, looking at him clearly again.

The blonde nodded, seemingly sure of himself despite the possible repercussions. "I can keep a secret, Mr. Caelum! I swear! A-As long as you can! As long as I need to!"

Another sigh. "…Aside from that, you must also realize as well that I cannot provide you with anything… further… than the physical intimacy that you are requesting of me…"

Prompto sat up straighter in his seat, leaning forward with his fingers gripping the cushion beneath him. A hopeful glint sparkled in his eyes and his heart fluttered in his chest. "Does this mean you'll do it?!"

Regis raised a hand, silencing him without a word. He frowned at the way the blonde slouched afterwards, making himself smaller, as if he was being scolded. In reality, he was far from it. Noctis' father looked the blonde over, looking at him for the first time with new eyes and a different perspective. The boy was young, and his skin was soft and youthful, smattered with freckles that painted him beautifully. He was thin, his limbs long. He looked frail and delicate, like the lightest touch might break him. Oddly enough, the though stirred a warmth in Regis. He took in the boy's fluffy, untamed yet perfectly styled blonde hair and wondered with a mild interest how it would feel to run his fingers through it. To feel that warm skin melt and shiver as his fingers travelled lower, down the notches of his spine. Prompto's eyes were gorgeous and vibrant. It would be easy to get lost in them, and those soft, pink lips would look delightful wrapped around his cock, he was sure of it.

Still, he hesitated. This was no matter that he could dive into head-first. He needed to think about it. There were lots of risks involved with getting himself into this sort of thing. And as a good role model, he wouldn't agree without ruminating over all possible outcomes.

"…I cannot give you a relationship, Prompto… I'm a busy man. Very likely, these tristes would be few and far between… We won't be able to converse outside of a strictly platonic 'friend's father-and-son's friend' relationship, nor will I be able to exchange contact information with you... We cannot go out in public. We won't even be able to leave this very room… I can't be there for you when you are alone and I cannot help you through your struggles… I understand your feelings, Prompto. You have urges, and desires, and they're perfectly natural and understandable, even if it is rather odd that those feeling and urges have been centered around me… But… It is my hope for you that, if I agree to do this, you move on afterwards. You find yourself someone who can treat you right and give you everything I can't… Can you agree to that?"

Prompto nodded. Oh, yes. He'd agree to anything and everything Regis wanted. He could have everything, and Prompto would give it to him without hesitation. He wanted to. Even if it wouldn't last forever. Even if it was nothing like what he truly wanted from the man. He wanted everything Regis could provide. "Yes. O-Of course!"

Prompto waited on pins and needles as Regis sat back once more, eyes on him but also distant; lost in thought. "…Allow me some time to think this over… I have much to ruminate on…"

"Um- w-when will you, you know, have an answer?" As Regis had said, it was hard to track down the man. Noctis' father was successful and busy, always in the midst of unending work and future endeavors. Not to mention Prompto also went to school five days a week, and his parents only allowed him over if his grades were acceptable. That left only two days a week, if even that, that they would see each other.

"…Give me a week. If I agree to this, we will figure it out from there… Does that sound adequate?"

Prompto nodded furiously and smiled, relaxing most of the tension from his shoulders. He wasn't in the clear just yet, but he felt hopeful. Just the fact that the older man hadn't turned him down immediately spoke volumes. "Yeah, totally!"

The blonde's smile was infectious, and Regis soon found himself smiling as well. He stood up, motioning towards the door. "You'd better leave now… Wouldn't want Noctis to wake and find you gone, would you?" Prompto hopped out of the armchair and shook his head. No, that would not be good. Regis followed him on his way out, trailing close behind. He leaned on the door frame, watching Prompto take a few steps down the hall. When the blonde turned around to meet his eyes, he smiled. "See you soon, Prompto… Goodnight." Prompto blushed, and even in the darkness of the hallway, it was beautiful. The older man couldn't help but tack on a sultry, "Sweet dreams", if only just to see Prompto bite his lip with desire.

Yes, he had much to ruminate on, indeed...