Gold Star Service

By: Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-

Author Notes: So, I said I wanted to write this fic. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, because honestly? I have never written a M/F sex scene. Like… ever. I have come kinda close, and vaguely described enough of them, but never actually just…. Wrote straight out sex scenes. So, this is a first for me... We're basically going to just go on this journey together as I figure out what the hell I am doing.

Pairings and Warnings: This is Gladio/Prompto/Cindy sex, basically. Gladio and Prompto are in a very happy, slightly open relationship. Mentions of Cindy/Holly are made, though there won't be any sexual content there. There will be male/male, male/female, and male/male/female sex throughout the story. This is just basically porn.

Gold Star Service

Prompto looked up to Gladio, then to Cindy, mouth dropped open in a startled mockery of an O. He blinked and then looked back at Gladio, then to Cindy… again. And again.

This was just supposed to be a quick pit-stop at Hammerhead. Ignis and Noctis had gone off to Old Lestallum to get something with Cid, and it was just going to be a day and night of resting up with Gladio. They had even rented out the nearby Caravan so that they could rest up... and maybe get in a little bit of alone time. And here they were, standing inside of the garage, Cindy between them.

Not in the caravan...

It was so hard for them to get time to be together, especially considering how... well... how loud they both tended to be. It was hard enough to get Noctis to stop mocking the two of them after he and Gladio had gotten just a little too loud one night near Killiam Haven... It had taken days for Noctis to get bored with making Prompto turn into a tomato.

But whatever Prompto looked like right now no doubt was worse than a tomato. He could almost feel his face on fire.

"Hold on. Repeat that, slowly."

Cindy laughed and crossed her arms in front of her, putting pressure on her left leg, letting her hip jut out. "You heard me right the first time I said it, Prompto. And I even had Gladdy repeat it for ya... twice. Consider it a birthday present."

"But it's not my birthday." Prompto looked from Cindy and her blonde, gorgeous hair and her big green eyes, to Gladio. The man was smiling, mouth wide and the whites of his teeth glowing in the light above.

"Prom...Then consider it a gift from me... to you."

Prompto looked to Gladio and swallowed, hard.

"Gladio, you... you don't have to do this."

Gladio leaned forward and grabbed Prompto's shoulder. "I don't have to do anything, but I want to do this... I know you've had a crush on Cindy for ages." Gladio reached over and grabbed Cindy's ass, pulling her to his side.

"I think everyone's known 'bout your big ol' crush on little ol' me," Cindy laughed, shoving her fist into Gladio's arm. "And I'm saying... It'd be nice. For one night-just one. I don't wanna get into what you and Gladio got goin' on." Cindy winked and rested her body into Gladio's side. "Never really done somethin' this crazy before, but... everything's worth a shot. And Holly's fine with it."

"H...Holly?"

"You've met her, haven't you? Over yonder at that big ol' plant in Lestallum. She's my girl... got a soft spot for you boys with all that help you've been givin' her with everything. And she don't mind at all. So..." Cindy leaned forward and rested her hand on Prompto's other arm. "How you feel 'bout it?" She slid her hand down his shoulder, letting her calloused fingers rub at the junction between his throat and vest met.

"I…"

"Looks like Prom's a little shy," Gladio joked, but there was no malice in his lover's voice.

"Are you sure sure? Like, super sure?"

Cindy looked up to Gladio, who nodded, and she gave a coy smile as she finally let her fingers dig into the material of his vest. "Boy, I ain't gunna say yes again," she laughed and pulled him forward into a searing kiss.

It wasn't Prompto's first kiss with a woman; he had been decently awkward and yet somewhat popular in high school, enough so that he had figured out the mechanics of sex long before he realized that Gladio was the person he was pretty sure was made for him. Yet there was something different about the way Cindy's lips felt against him. She was stronger than she looked, and far more dominant than Prompto could have ever dreamed of, and he didn't mind letting her take the reins and control the pace.

Cindy liked a little bit of pain, that much became obvious very quickly as she let her short nails scratch against his scalp and pulled on his bottom lip with her strong teeth. Prompto couldn't complain; he had a thing for teeth. He had a thing for teeth especially when Gladio leaned forward and began to lick and nip at his collarbone, letting his hands trace the edge of his shirt.

Cindy pulled away, grabbing each man by the hand. "Paw-Paw's not coming back 'til tomorrow. That means… y'all can come up to my room. More comfortable than than caravan. Don't move around and give us away, either." She laughed, her voice a staccato. "'Magine how surprised I was when you two came outta that caravan last time y'all stopped by…" She swished her hips and pulled Prompto's hand, then Gladio's, as she walked backward.

Gladio laughed. "Didn't know it moved that much."

But Prompto was mesmerized by the way Cindy's hips moved. He had never seen a woman like Cindy before… She was all light air and sensuality, unbridled by expectation or the city-life. Insomnia girls… they just didn't come close to the wildness that was Cindy.

"Oh, y'all ain't even got a clue," she laughed and led them into the house, up the stairs, and into the room on the left, above the garage.

It was a cute room, something that didn't surprise Prompto at all- all pale yellow, though the car models on the shelves and the magazines spread every which way truly told whose room it was. There was no doubt in his mind who Cindy was, and Cindy seemed to feel the same way.

"So, Gladio told me I'd get a little gift… somethin' 'bout a strip tease?" Cindy wiggled her nose and let go of Prompto's hand, pulling Gladio with her to the bed. She pushed him down onto the bed, hard enough for the mattress springs to make a sound of disagreement, before climbing into his lap and turning. She spread her legs over the edge of the bed, letting the tips of her boots drag against the worn carpet.

"You heard the lady, Prompto. She wants to see that cute ass of yours."

Prompto knew he should have been a little jealous watching how Gladio rested his hand on Cindy's hip, letting his fingers play at the pink slip of her underwear, but he could already feel himself growing hard as Cindy put her hand over Gladio's to guide it to her breast. He cupped it in his hand, letting his fingers trail against her nipple that Prompto could see hardening against the thin pink bra. Still Gladio never looked away from Prompto.

Prompto scratched his head and kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks, then let his hands rest on his vest, nervously pulling at the side.

"Don't be shy," Cindy cooed and let out a slight, breathy moan as she let her own hands trail down her stomach and toward the button on her denim shorts. "I wanna see. And somethin' pokin' my back says the big boy here wants to, too."

Gladio pinched her nipple, causing her left foot to flex and dig into the carpet as Cindy let out a whine.

"Hush, let him take his time." Gladio let his eyebrow raise. "He's got a thing for making others wait on him." But Gladio smiled and leaned his nose into Cindy's curly blonde hair.

Prompto took off his vest then, then slowly pulled his shirt with one hand over his head, throwing the shirt onto the floor in a heap. He tried to walk closer to the bed but Cindy raised her foot, shaking it.

"Huh?"

"Pants an' all," she moaned as she finally unbuttoned her shorts. Gladio was slowly pulling at the zipper. Her green eyes were blown wide and watching her blonde hair mixing with Gladio's dark hair made Prompto want to run his fingers straight through both of them. He wanted to kiss them both, let their bodies all crush together. So, Prompto slipped his belt loose and unbuttoned his cheetah-patterned pants. He could almost feel each tooth of the zipper as he pulled down, and finally his pants were at his feet in a puddle.

He wanted to put his hands over his body, to hide some of the scars and stretch marks around his stomach and sides, but having both Gladio and Cindy stare so openly at him made the heat in his face build up and he almost, almost, wanted to run out of Cindy's room… just a little bit.

"Boxers too."

Prompto felt his ears grow hot, but he focused on Gladio's face as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, shimmying them down. His cock was already rock hard, had been since Cindy's breathless kiss, and now stood stark against his stomach.

It wasn't fair that he was the only one naked, now was it?

"Well, you gunna stand there all night. Babe? I think there's a very excited lady who needs tending to."

Gladio, always good with his short comments to pull Prompto back to himself, to remind him he wasn't the nervous, fat little boy he once was. Here, in this sunshine room with model cars and two unbelievably gorgeous people laid out on the bed in front of him…. Prompto felt like the person he had always hoped he would become. He just hoped that his courage wouldn't falter.

"That I do," Cindy said as she bit down on her lip. Gladio's hand was gently pressing against the pink of her panties and Prompto hoped that she was getting wet. Cindy looked up at him and blinked, using one of her hands to call him forward. "Now… maybe you can help me get these off." She held out her leg, shoes still on.

Prompto went down on his knees before her and nuzzled his nose against her thigh, letting her sun-kissed skin pull him closer. He allowed his tongue to run from her thigh down to the black leather of her boot and pulled down the zipper. The milkiness of her sin compared to the tan of her thighs made Prompto nervous; it looked like nothing, not even the sun, had touched that part of her body.

But he wanted to.

Prompto let his tongue rest against her warm thigh as he licked the way down until he was halfway down her calf. He gently pulled the boot loose, letting it fall to the side.

Cindy lifted her foot up to the bed and extended her other, and Prompto watched as each inch of milky skin was exposed. She pulled that foot up too when he was finished, leaving her legs spread wide, zipper undone.

"Gladdy, lift her up," Prompto whispered as he leaned forward, diverting his eyes away from Gladio's hands, which until his comment had drifted underneath the pink fabric of her bra, her pink nipples exposed to the slightly chilled air from the air conditioner breathing from the window nearby. He looked up to Gladio, who winked at him as he pulled his hands away and slipped them down to Cindy's ass. He looped his fingers in her beltloops and Cindy helped to push herself up enough for Prompto to slide them down her hips and thighs, all the way down into the pile of their clothes.

She was wet, very wet. That much Prompto could tell from the slight coloration of her panties, and it took more than he cared to admit to not just reach up and snap them off.

"I think the big boy's wearin' too much. Don't you agree, Prompto?" Cindy unzipped her yellow jacket and pulled it off, leaving the pink bra on. She put her legs back over the side of the bed, resting her thighs against the sides of Prompto's head for a moment. Gladio made sure to push his own legs open a little wider, letting Cindy lift up her own knees onto his open legs.

"We'll take care of him in a minute," Prompto said as he rested on hand on her wet pink panties. She was right that it wasn't fair that Gladio was still completely dressed, but she would understand soon enough. "He looks good in that jacket, though. Don't you think?"

Cindy didn't have a chance to reply as Prompto finally nudged his nose against her underwear, letting his sharpshooter fingers to pull them down. Her blonde curls, wild just like the hair on her head, were slick with fluid, and Prompto wanted to taste it.

He leaned forward and felt two sets of hands in his hair as he explored Cindy's clit, feeling her thighs shake as he sucked on the sensitive nub. One set of hands in his hair tightened and he could head her moan out his name, and it was like Christmas and his birthday had come early. Prompto had never heard Cindy make sure a sound and he was damn sure it wouldn't happen again. He wanted to memorize every little tick of her voice as he pulled at the little bud, then down to her wet lips. He let his fingers drift against the curls and was very happy to feel his lover's hands slip from his hair and help spread Cindy open for him.

"Ah-he's… he's good at this," Cindy whimpered, scratching her nails in Prompto's hair, and it felt like he was being given a treat when she ran her thumbs across his eyebrows as he followed Gladio's fingers down into her, his tongue batting against her walls and the Gladio's knuckles. "R-real good."

"Prom's good at whatever he puts his mind to."

And Prompto couldn't help but smile against Cindy's wetness and Gladio's strong hands.

Prompto allowed himself to pull up after a few more moments of licking and sucking, feeling Cindy's fluid on his mouth, and he wanted to share it.

So, he got shakily to his knees and reached up to Gladio's hair, letting his fingers slide into those tresses he was so comfortable with, and shared some of Cindy with him. Gladio's beard tickled against his cheeks and he opened his mouth to allow his tongue to brush against his mouth. Prompto was so focused on Gladio's tongue fighting against his that it took a moment to realize something warm and slightly wet around his cock. He broke his kiss from Gladio and looked down to see Cindy's toothy smile, her hand wrapped around him.

"Looks like Cindy wanted a little action of her own."

"Watching you two… I get why the caravan was shaking so much." There was a pink flush to the top of her cheeks as she ran her calloused hand up and down Prompto's sensitive cock.

Prompto wanted to laugh, but it was a little difficult to even think when he could feel Cindy's hand on him and Gladio's cheek rubbing against his throat.

"You're gunna make him cum before we get to the fun part."

It was true. Prompto almost felt like he was going to burst, already feeling that sweet heat inside his stomach spreading…. And the last thing he wanted to do was blow his load early.

Cindy understood because she let her thumb rest against his tip for a moment in apology before pulling her hand away.

"Aw, don't be sad, darlin'. We got all night. We're gunna have a lot of fun, aren't we?" Cindy pushed herself up off Gladio's lap, running her hand through Prompto's hair.

And Prompto hoped the rest of the night would be as explosive as the last twenty minutes, because he was going to bring this all to his goddamn grave.

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