Noctis woke with a start, the faint glow of the dwindling campfire lighting the otherwise dark tent, the other three sleeping soundly around him. It was cool out but he was sweating, his breathing labored, and he was very, very uncomfortable.
They'd been camping every night for weeks now; running back and forth doing one thing or another, trying to find a way to Altissia around a ferry that wasn't running. They almost had it all figured out, leaving on his father's boat out of Caem, but until they got the last few things taken care of they wouldn't be able to set sail. Going back to a rest area for a motel took precious time, and time was on the Empire's side, so they were camping, again.
It wasn't sleeping on the ground, or Gladio's snoring, or Prompto's sleep talking that made sleeping in a tent so bad, even if they didn't help, it was the lack of privacy. When they stayed in a hotel, on nights like this, he could take a cold shower and get it out of his system. Or an extra long shower before bed if they called it a night early enough. Camping though, there was nothing he could do but go back to sleep and pray he woke himself up before his dreams got too exciting. They seemed to be getting more exciting by the night too. Hell, he was afraid to drift off in the car at this point.
Noctis knew it was effecting his mood, but if the others knew they didn't let on. He hoped they assumed he was just antsy to get to Altissia. With the Empire breathing down their necks, and the fact that Altissia was technically part of the Empire, he had every right to be high strung about it. So he would assume they would assume it was that and leave well enough alone until they got there. He was willing to play that part too, if he could keep his sanity intact.
His biggest problem was that it had been a while, a very stressful while admittedly, and he was a healthy twenty year old man with healthy twenty year old man needs that were manifesting in the form of dreams that demanded... satisfaction. What he didn't get is why the others seemed to be just fine after all this time, or they were just hiding it better than he was. Noctis doubted Prompto could keep much of anything a secret though, not with how much he ran his mouth awake or otherwise.
Noctis rolled over, trying to ignore the throbbing between his thighs, intense and more than a little painful. He definitely had a bad case of blue balls going on. If he tried to go back to sleep like this he was absolutely going to have a mess to clean up in the morning. They were all friends, they'd understand, but he'd rather die than face the endless jokes that would follow. He would never live that down. He could defeat the Empire, restore his kingdom, marry the Oracle and he would still hear about it on his deathbed.
Staring off into space, thinking of unattractive things like fighting MTs or crawling through an abandoned mine in the dark, he tried to distract himself. He let his mind wander on boring, mundane, or downright unpleasant tasks to try and calm himself. He focused on distracting himself so hard that he didn't even realize he was staring at Prompto's sleeping face, his eyes tracing the lines of his nose and lingering on slightly parted lips.
Noctis thought about blonde hair and rosy lips, blue eyes and long lashes and… dammit, he was supposed to be thinking about unpleasant things. Not the traits his best friend and fiance happened to have in common; because that was definitely what he had just been thinking of, his fiance, and not that he kind of liked freckles.
"Think unhappy thoughts, Noct." He whispered to himself, rolling back over, so he faced away from Prompto. "Unhappy thoughts."
It should be sufficiently unhappy that he was just thinking about a fist full of blonde hair and blow job while staring at his best friend sleeping only a couple of feet away, but right now it was just not unhappy enough.
Fuck it, he was just going to have to slip out of the tent and hope he didn't get caught.