*requested by multiple fans and partially inspired by cinnaminxie on Tumblr. Go check it out. It's hot AF. Takes place fairly early in the game. One shot. Rated for a reason. Heaps of Tumblr references.
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Noctis was off fishing again and by the grace of the Gods, Ignis volunteered to go with him this time. The pond was only a short walk away from Wiz Chocobo Ranch and with Deadeye only recently taken care of most of the monsters in the area had yet to return. These upcoming few days was probably about as relaxed as this trip was going to get.
On top of that the Wiz staff were so grateful to the guys that they offered them free lodging and let them use any of the facilities they needed at the ranch. Gladio was especially happy about this because they had a laundry room. Prompto was already in there doing a load, but the shield couldn't remember if they had one washing machine or two. Either way he grabbed his laundry bag from the trunk of the regalia and headed to the back of the ranch where the laundry and storage room was.
As he approached he noticed Prompto sitting on top of the dryer clad only in his pajama pants with his back to him. The washing machine tumbled loudly in the small room, muffling Gladio's approach. The blonde was hunched over his phone as usual, the screen visible by the shields vantage point. At first he figured he would be playing Kings Knight, but as he got closer he recognized the Tumblr app open. As Prompto scrolled Gladio slowly got closer behind him. Initially he wanted to jump scare the smaller man, but stopped when he saw what Prompto was looking at.
Initially he had been swiping down casually, but stopped when a particularly graphic picture came up. Gladio had to admit it was well done art wise, but he was surprised by the content. From what he could see from his vantage point it looked like some kind of muscular cowboy with an android arm was giving it to another buff looking ninja fella with an intricate dragon tattoo on his shoulder. Gladio smirked as Prompto bit his lip and hit the tiny heart icon in the corner of the picture.
Now Gladio was right behind him, the agitation of the washing machine drowning out his approach. He leaned in so he was inches from Prompto's ear when he saw Prompto's screen name. He nearly laughed before he whispered, "Sunshine-Kweh?"
Prompto's back shot ramrod straight as he yelped and dropped his phone. Gladio managed to grab it before it hit the tile floor. He glanced at the screen again before handing it to a very flustered looking gunslinger. "Don't sneak up on people like that!"
Gladio chuckled. "Don't look at porn with your screen facing a doorway," he said and grinned. "The artist like it better when you reblog in addition to liking it, by the way. That way more people see their stuff."
Gladio's good humored demeanor seemed to quell Prompto's embarrassment. The blonde shifted to cover the slight chub he had going on. "I didn't know you go on Tumblr. What's your name on it?"
The shield made a sour face. "Oh, no. I will not be telling you that. You don't want to see my dashboard. You might think different of me if you got a peek behind this curtain." He pointed at his temple for emphasis.
Prompto chuckled. "Why? You already saw some of mine. Lemme guess, it's something like 'gym-rat-eagle-tat' or 'daddyogladio'?"
Gladio laughed, "No, but I love that second one. I may use it." He put down his laundry in front of the washing machine as it entered the spin cycle. The room apparently did only have one washer and dryer. "Tell you what, I'll keep it a secret that you browse yaoi porn in your spare time if you throw my laundry in when yours is done. Deal?"
The blonde bit his lip, his cheeks still flushed from embarrassment. "Fine," he huffed.
Gladio tousled the blonde's hair on his way out, "Atta boy." He got a few steps outside the door before he remembered the shirt he was currently wearing needed washing too. He pulled his tank top over his head and tossed it into the small room. "Forgot one," he said before heading to the Regalia to get his jacket. Not that he minded walking around topless, but he wanted to hit up the small eating area they had and considering this wasn't a beach resort it didn't feel proper.
When he'd donned his usual jacket, he went to the little eating area and ordered a glass of bourbon and some fries before pulling out his phone to call Ignis.
"Hello, Gladio," said Ignis from the other line.
"How's Princess' fishing trip?"
Ignis sighed, "Frustratingly droll. I should have brought a book."
"No luck, eh?"
"There's another pond not far south of here Noct wants to try his luck at. I'll send you the coordinates if you need to come get us in the Regalia. We may end up spending the night at the haven if it gets dark before His Highness caches anything."
Gladio smirked, "Want some alone time do ya?"
He could almost feel the strategist blush on the other side of the phone. "What are you occupying yourself with presently?"
"I know you're changing the subject, but I'm doing laundry and having a cocktail at the moment."
"Could you throw my laundry in if it's not a bother?"
"Already did. Hot water and high heat dry, just like you like it."
"Gladio…"
The shield laughed, he could almost feel the mom-glare. "Just kidding. I'll throw em in on gentle after mine and Prom's are done."
"Much appreciated. I'll text you later when we move."
"Roger," he said and hang up. He put a fry in his mouth and had a sip of his cocktail as he checked his emails and various other social medias to pass the time. When the waitress came to refresh his drink, he glanced up to see the place mostly devoid of people. Gladio glanced behind him to make sure nobody was around to see his screen before opening his Tumblr app. He clicked the search bar at the top of the screen and typed in 'Sunshine-Kweh'.
Clicking on the first one that opened up he confirmed that it was definitely Prompto's page. There were a lot of landscape and city photos, but thankfully none with any of the four of them in it. Good on Prom, at least he was being careful as to the whereabouts of the royal entourage. The latest photos were of the Chocobo chicks that had just hatched here at the ranch. After scrolling through a fair amount of photo's he'd already scene he made to go back to his own page. His finger hesitated. Instead he swiped left to check out some of the pictures Prompto had favorited.
"Whoa," Gladio whispered. He checked behind him again and opted to occupy the seat at the other end of the table. That way his back was facing the bushes as he scrolled down. He took another sip of his drink and began to scroll. The first one he recognized as the one he'd caught Prompto looking at, but as he browsed more he felt heat creep to his face.
There were a few photography related posts here and there, but the vast majority of the content was really really vivid yaoi art and gay porn. Like, Shiva's tits, how did that guy even get his legs behind his head like that? Gladio tilted his head to one side, trying to figure out in this particular gif where one guy ended and the other two started. He scrolled further and saw several likes for the same poster. They were short videos depicting a lithe blonde twink getting absolutely destroyed by a larger, muscular, tattooed man.
Heat flooded Gladio's face as he leaned forward and finished his second drink before stuffing a few fries in his mouth. He scrolled further down, knowing he'd gone too far to stop now.
He'd ignored his own advice and taken a peek behind Prompto's curtain. This was a rabbit hole he couldn't come back from.
By now Prompto had shifted so his back was against the wall in the laundry room. He thanked the Gods that Gladio had only caught him looking at his current fandom at the moment instead of some of the more intense stuff he browsed in the wee hours of the night. Still, the fact that Gladio didn't seem to really judge him for it intrigued him. On top of that the shield had admitted to having an account of his own.
Prompto made a mental note to find out what his screen name was.
Now that nobody could see it he returned back to his browsing, reblogging as Gladio suggested instead of just liking.
He had to admit, having the royal bodyguard know his secret was a bit of a thrill. Even Noctis didn't know he preferred guys. Prompto sure as shit was awkward enough around women.
The blonde hit his home button again and was greeted with a new post from his favorite video poster. He made sure his volume was off and hit play. Biting his lip as the laundry's spin cycle began to slow he thought to himself how stupid it was to be watching porn in an open air room with a half dozen people milling around, but at least from this vantage point he could see someone coming and switch to something else if he needed to.
This particular video, however, was really hitting all the buttons. He bit his lip harder as blood began to flow south in earnest.
He jumped again when the washing machine buzzed to indicate the load was done.
Taking a deep breath, he clicked the heart in the corner to save it for later and hopped off the machine to switch the load over. He tossed his own items into the dryer and turned it on without paying much attention before opening up Gladio's bag. He'd gotten most of the laundry into the machine before the smell hit him. The laundry absolutely reeked of Gladio. And why wouldn't it? They'd all be sweating and running around like lunatics these past week and this was the first chance they'd had to do laundry.
Prompto stuck his head out of the small doorway to make sure nobody was around before he pulled out the tank top Gladio had tossed in last minute. He brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. It actually sent a shiver through his body as the smell flooded his sinuses.
Okay, now he had an issue that only two things could fix. One of which was a very cold shower, and he didn't much feel like that at the moment.
Tossing in the rest of the laundry with the detergent he tucked the wayward shirt under his arm and hit the start button. Prompto readjusted himself in his pants and made the coast was clear before he casually walked toward the caravan on the other side of the stables.
Thankfully nobody had seen him before he entered the R.V. and closed the door behind him. Unfortunately, the lock on the door seemed to be broken, but this wasn't going to take long. He made his way to the back of the caravan where the large bed was and flopped down onto it.
Licking his palm, he buried his face in the dirty shirt before dipping his fingers below the waist band of his pants.
It was a good thing that the waitress here at Wiz wasn't terribly attentive considering Gladio currently had a raging hard on contained by his leather pants.
Prompto had just favorited a new video not two minutes ago, and it wasn't much different than the others.
Gladio glanced up at the corner of the building the laundry room was in. If Prompto was sticking around until the load was done, then he should have plenty of time to himself to take care of things. It was probably a good idea considering they would be sharing the sleeping quarters tonight, likely without Ignis and Noctis around.
Resolving himself to what needed to be done he placed more than enough Gil on the table for the drinks and food and made his way to the caravan. The door opened quietly on well-oiled hinges as Gladio entered. He poked his head into the tiny bathroom and grabbed a small vial of lube he kept in his spit kit for just such an occasion and made his way back to the bedroom.
The accordion door opened with a 'clack' and Gladio's mouth went dry. Prompto was making every attempt to cover himself as he stared wide eyed at the shield. "Gladio, I… this… Shit man, learn to knock!"
Gladio reached out and grabbed Prompto's wrist as he tried to pull his pants up, looming over the smaller man as he did. "Is that my shirt?"
Prompto tried to cram the offending gray tank top under the pillows, but it was too late. Gladio wasn't sure what had gotten into him or why he'd grabbed Prompto's wrist the way he had. Maybe it was the fact that he now knew that Prompto's kink was rough sex by muscular guys. Maybe it was because he'd just spent the last twenty minutes browsing porn himself. Or perhaps it was the ego-stroking fact that he'd just caught the gunslinger taking himself on a J-date with Gladio's shirt mashed into his face.
The blonde was caught. There was no denying it. "Yes," he squeaked out.
Gladio's free hand reached up and traced along Prompto's lower abs, noticing faded stretch marks for the first time before hooking his thumb in the waistband of the pajama pants and pulling down.
"Gladio?" Prompto gasped as his pants slid down past his thighs.
"Ya know," Gladio began, squeezing the pale thigh beneath him, "if you wanted someone to fuck your brains out. All you needed to do was ask."
Prompto flushed an even darker shade of red at those words. He bit his lip and looked up, blue eyes locking with hazel as he nodded.
"You're going to have to tell me, Prom. Otherwise I'll just leave you alone with my shirt."
Prompto took a shaky breath, "I…" he cleared his throat, "I want you to fuck my brains out."
Without another word Prompto's pajama pants were discarded as was Gladio's jacket before he crawled on top of the smaller man and crashed their lips together. Prompto was enthusiastic and responsive as Gladio's fingers roamed his body.
It didn't take long before the blonde was keening for more. Gladio obliged him by abandoning his mouth and tracing a tongue along his narrow pulse and going lower. His own erection painfully hard in his leather pants as he crept lower, intentionally bypassing Prompto's cock as he traced a canine along the pale inner thigh. He shifted and moved both of the smaller man's knees over his shoulders before stealing a heated glance up at the blue, dilated eyes staring down at him. He could get used to that sight.
Working his way inward he ran his tongue and nipped the whole way, the same as the guys in Prompto's favorite videos did before switching to the other thigh. "Gladio, please…" Prompto pleaded. "GladioOOOO!" He moaned as the shield leaned in and licked along the tight circle of muscle. The scruff of his beard scraped along the inside of the gunslinger's thighs as he worked, occasionally darting his tongue in as the blonde yelped in pleasure.
Not stopping what he was doing Gladio squeezed a decent amount of lube in his hand before he reached up and liberally coated Prompto's entrance, sliding his hand up to give the neglected shaft a few light tugs as well before returning lower. He continued his oral administrations for a few minutes before inserting a finger, then a second when he found that Prompto was already stretched out a bit. "What have you been doing to yourself?" he purred and nipped the inside of the thigh, causing Prompto to yelp when he curled his fingers upward.
All shame dashed at this point, Prompto had retrieved the offending tank top and crammed it in his mouth as he moaned. These caravan walls were thin.
When Gladio added a third finger and shifted the angle Prompto moaned louder into the shirt before reaching down with his free hand and stroked himself furiously. It didn't take long before Prompto was clenching down around Gladio's fingers as he came. Thick white ribbons of cum splattered all over his stomach and chest as his whole body shook.
When the quakes and moans subsided Gladio withdrew and unzipped his own pants, thankful for the release in pressure as his cock sprung free. The shield stood at the foot of the bed as Prompto looked down at him wide eyed. Gladio just snapped his fingers and pointed down. Prompto obliged as he crawled toward him on the bed and took him in his hands. Giving him a few experimental strokes before he took him in his mouth.
Gladio's head lulled back as he moaned. Tangling his fingers in blonde hair as the head bobbed against him. He glanced back down to see cerulean eyes looking up at him as his cock hit the back of his throat. "Fuck, you're good at that."
The blonde smiled lightly around his length and took a deep breath before he pushed down further. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as Gladio felt his length bend slightly and slide down the back of the gunslinger's throat. He held it there for a few seconds, working his tongue back and forth along the underside as he did. Finally, he had to come back up for air and pulled away, a long string of saliva stretching between the two of them. Prompto smiled, proud of his work as Gladio huffed.
"Lay down," growled the shield. Prompto complied and scooted back up on the bed, spreading his legs willingly as Gladio crawled on top of him. "You want it rough, huh…?"
"Yes," Prompto gasped as Gladio lined up so the head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle.
"Ready?"
Prompto nodded and wrapped his arms around tattooed shoulders. "Do it."
Gladio pushed in, watching as the blonde's face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back in his head as he bottomed out on the first push. "Fuck, you're tight," he said, waiting a moment before he pulled back and thrusted again, harder this time. The breathless moan of pleasure it elicited only egged him on. It wasn't long before Gladio was thrusting in earnest as Prompto dug his fingers into his back and rising up to meet him.
It felt like Prompto was trying to hit a specific spot and Gladio was more than content to comply. Shifting for a moment he put the gunslinger's knees on his shoulders before entering him again. When the blonde yelped as he hit his prostate Gladio had to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him. Otherwise someone outside was bound to think someone was being murdered in here.
Gladio was so close as he watched Prompto come apart beneath him. Eventually he had to remove his hand to hold himself up for added support as his thrusts became erratic. "Gladio I… again…" Prompto managed to eek out before he came for the second time, clenching down on the shield as he did.
"Fuck," said Gladio as he buried his head in Prompto's shoulder. He came harder than he had in months and it took every ounce of strength he had from collapsing on the smaller man beneath him.
They both gasped hard into each other for a long moment before Gladio shifted and Prompto's legs slid down from his shoulders to the bed. "That was…" Prompto started.
"…Wow," finished Gladio.
They lay there for a few long minutes before separating, leaving a mess on the sheets that would most assuredly mean another load of laundry before Noct and Ignis got back. Prompto shifted irritably and rubbed the inside of his thighs. "I think you left some stubble burn on me."
Gladio chuckled and rolled over, wrapping an arm around the blonde and kissing his shoulder. "If that's the least thing I left on you then I didn't work hard enough."
Prompto turned toward him and ran his fingers through Gladio's dark mane. "When are Noct and Iggy due back?"
"Probably tomorrow morning."
Prompto smiled. "Well then you have some time to leave more marks. Right?"
Gladio chuckled. "Let's go switch over some laundry and throw Ignis' load in first. Then we can take another crack at it. Deal?"
A sly grin crossed the gunslinger's face. "Deal."
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You people on Tumblr are monsters! Look what you made me do!
Ah screw it. I love writing it as much as you perv's love reading it. Reviews are much appreciated.