The music was so loud that Prompto was pretty sure that the whole club was vibrating. Not that he minded much. Loud music was the perfect match for his energetic personality, so having the music so loud felt comforting to him. He was just surprised that none of the other buildings beside the club had called the police for a noise complaint.
Prompto smiled to himself as he looked down at his glass. He honestly didn't know what it was. He told the bartender that he wanted something with no alcohol but something that packed a punch. The bartender had nodded and brought him a drink in a tall glass that shifted from red to yellow. After he had taken his first sip, he smiled at the bartender and laid some gil on the counter. He doesn't know how much he put down, probably half of what was in his pocket. The bartender didn't complain though as he took the gil. Prompto wasn't too concerned about it much either; he wasn't going to drink anything else, especially something alcoholic on a school night. He wasn't even going to spend too much time in the club. Just a few minutes to allow him to unwind.
Another glass was placed in front of him. Gods, is that a cocktail? He looked at the bartender, "I didn't order that."
"I know. The gentleman over there did." He pointed across the bar. Prompto followed his finger to find the gentleman he was talking about.
Prompto was not expecting him to be so good looking. He's had guys buy him drinks before but they were nothing special. This guy, however, was gorgeous. Black hair going down to his nape, scruffy beard, and stunning blue eyes.
Prompto knows he's been staring for too long when the man smirks at him. He can feel the heat rise to his cheeks as he looks away quickly. He sees the man get out of his seat and begins to make his way over to where Prompto is sitting. Prompto takes a deep breath as the man sits next to him.
He smiles at the man, "You bought me this?" He gestures to the cocktail in front of him.
The man smiled back, "Yeah, I did. I figured you could use something like this."
Holy Six, his voice was like liquid gold. Prompto could listen to him talk about anything for hours.
He brought himself back to the conversation. "Something like this? What do you mean? Something that will get me drunk enough to dance?" His smile grew when he heard the man chuckle.
"That was the plan. I haven't actually been out like this in a while. I'm not too sure what the best conversation starters are." He ended his sentence with a shrug. He rested his head on his hand as he waited for Prompto's response. Prompto swears that he saw the man glance down at his lips.
Prompto ran the tip of his tongue over his lips quickly before turning to the cocktail. "Well it's a good start." He wasn't going to drink tonight but who was he to turn this guy's generous offer down? He brought it to his lips and took a large drink from it. He turned back to his new companion and held the drink out. "To good conversation starters that work." The man laughed as he held his drink up to Prompto's. They clinked the glasses together and took a drink.
"If you're going to stay and keep my company, I think some introductions are in order. I'm Prompto Argentum." He held out his hand for the man to shake.
"Noctis Lucis Caelum." Noctis took Prompto's hand, but instead of shaking it he brought it up to his mouth and kissed Prompto's knuckles.
Prompto felt himself blush again as he stared at Noctis. Noctis, letting go of Prompto's hand, noticed that Prompto was just watching him. He rubbed the back of his neck, blush rising to his own cheeks. "Sorry, that was probably creepy and uncalled for."
"No, it was fine. I just wasn't expecting something so… romantic." Prompto laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck too, mirroring Noctis.
"Are you saying that I cannot be romantic?" Noctis caught Prompto's eyes, smirk tugging at his lips.
Prompto scoffed sarcastically, "I never said that. But now that you mention it," He looked Noctis up and down, "You do look like you don't have a romantic bone in your body."
Noctis rolled his eyes, "Okay. How can I show you that I am, indeed, a romantic person?"
"How about you buy me another drink." Prompto finished up his drink and flagged the bartender down.
Three drinks later, Prompto was laughing a bit too loud and was practically in Noctis' lap. People around them kept looking at Prompto, irritation evident on their face.
Noctis laughed softly, "Prompto, I think you're being a bit too loud. Why don't you quiet down some?"
"Why don't you make me be quiet?" He threw his arms around Noctis' shoulders. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth seemed to be stuck in a permanent smirk since his second drink.
Noctis raised an eyebrow, smirk on his own lips. "Is that a challenge?"
"It might be." Prompto let his eyes drift down to Noctis' lips. He bit his bottom lip as he slowly tore his gaze away from Noctis' lips.
Noctis exhaled through his nose as he watched Prompto tease him. He stood up all of a sudden, dragging Prompto up with him. He looked over at the bartender who gave him a quick bow. Noctis smiled to the other before guiding Prompto to the exit. When they got outside, Prompto was almost surprised to see such a nice car waiting for them.
"Woah, what a sight to see." Prompto climbed into the passenger seat of the car. The inside of the car was just as nice as the outside; everything was black and leather.
"Well, thank you. You're not too bad yourself." Noctis winked at Prompto as he started up the car and pulled out of the club's lot.
"Ha, ha, ha. I meant the car and you know it," Prompto lightly punched Noctis' shoulder. He ran his fingers over the dashboard and his seat. "What type of car is this?"
Noctis laughed at him, "It's a Regalia. It actually belongs to my dad but he's nice enough to let me take the old girl out for some action." He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he remembered all of the good memories he's had in the Regalia. He mostly remembers the times when he was still learning how to drive and how he constantly crashed the Regalia. Thank the Gods they know a good mechanic or else his father would've killed him a long time ago.
"Wow, Noctis. Still driving your dad's car around? When are you going to get a pair of wheels yourself?" Prompto laughed as it was Noctis' turn to punch him in the shoulder. He stared out the window for a few minutes, watching the scenery go racing past the window. "By the way, where are we going?"
"Back to my place. Didn't you challenge me to make you be quiet? Let me warn you though," He glanced at Prompto from the corner of his eye, "I never back down from a challenge and rarely do I lose." He smirked at Prompto before returning his eyes back to the road.
Prompto smirked back at him as he leaned over to whisper in Noctis' ear, "Good because I have no intention of making this easy for you." He placed a kiss just below Noctis' ear for good measure.
Noctis groaned and tried to focus on where he was driving instead of the thoughts going through his head. He pulled into a parking lot and turned towards Prompto. He grabbed him by the chin and brought him closer until their lips smashed together. Prompto reached up and wrapped his hands around Noctis' neck, fingers threading themselves in his hair. He started to softly tug Noctis' head towards him as if trying to get their faces to be closer if possible.
Noctis pulled away and lowly chuckled as Prompto followed him. "There's more where that came from but we have to go inside first." Prompto nodded his head frantically. He was willing to do anything as long as it resulted in their lips being together again.
They both stepped out of the Regalia and made their way to the entrance. Prompto took this time to look around at where Noctis had brought him. A looming building was in front of them, at least thirty floors high. A doorman stood out by the entrance and greeted them when they approached. He bowed to them and Prompto wondered if all hotels greeted their guests like that. Inside of the hotel was all open space, white and gold furniture, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Prompto had never been anywhere so fancy before in his life, he's pretty sure just one room would cost more than his tuition.
He was admiring the interior so much that he didn't notice Noctis moving away from him until the other had to come back and drag him to the elevator. Noctis pressed the button for the penthouse and the elevator began its ascent.
"I never expected to come to a place like this. Especially on a school night." He laughed until he felt Noctis' hand on his shoulder. He looked over to see that Noctis' face had seemed to harden and he stared at Prompto with distress. Prompto felt his heart begin to race. Maybe Noctis was going to tell him that he didn't want Prompto to be here anymore. Maybe he was going to tell him to walk home.
"Prompto… how old are you?"
Prompto blinked, "What?"
"I want to make sure that you are old enough to know what you are doing and what the consequences are. How old are you?" Noctis put his other hand on Prompto's other shoulder and turned Prompto to face him.
"Old enough." Prompto laughed again.
"I'm serious, Prompto." Noctis' hands tightened their grip on his shoulders.
"I'm twenty, okay. I'm legal." He dragged out the last word as he waved Noctis' hands away. Noctis sighed and released his grip on Prompto's shoulders.
It was quiet for a second before Prompto spoke up, "What about you, huh?"
Noctis looked at him questioningly, "What do you mean?"
"How old are you? I mean, I just want to make sure that you're the one realizes what they're doing." Prompto shrugged before grinning.
Noctis huffed out a laugh. "I'm thirty, if you must know. I'm old enough to be your dad."
"Wrong. My dad is forty-five." Prompto lifted his head in triumph.
"Damn, he's got me by fifteen years." Noctis laughed along with Prompto.
The elevator dinged as it arrived to their floor. They stepped out into the hallway and Noctis gestured towards the double doors at the end of the hallway, "Welcome to the penthouse."
Prompto snorted, "Wow. Pretty impressive for someone who is still riding around in his dad's car."
Noctis rolled his eyes and they began to make their way down the hallway, laughing softly as they continued to make jokes to each other. Noctis stopped in front of a door and dug around his pocket for his keycard, Prompto leaning against his back and placing kisses to the back of his neck.
When the door finally opened it was like a switch was flipped. Soft laughter and chaste kisses turned into Prompto's body being slammed against the closed door and Noctis' lips feverishly attacking any skin they could find. Prompto let out a soft moan as he felt Noctis' beard scratch against his skin. He grabbed Noctis' head and pulled him up to attach their lips together. His fingers found their way back into Noctis' hair and he gave an experimental tug on the black locks. Noctis let out a growl against his lips as he brought his hands up to grip Prompto's hips. Prompto smiled against Noctis' lips and tugged in his hair again. Noctis gripped Prompto's hips tighter and pulled them towards his own. Prompto broke the kiss and threw his head back, moaning when he felt their hips grind together. Noctis took this opportunity to kiss along Prompto's neck, leaving marks wherever he felt necessary. Prompto moaned again and moved his head to the side to give Noctis more room to kiss his neck, which he gladly accepted.
Prompto was enjoying himself so much that he started to get a feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm and the feeling in his stomach just wouldn't stop. He thought he was going to explode when he felt the feeling in his stomach grow. He sighed in bliss as he felt it clawing its way up his chest. His eyes widened when he felt it rush up his throat and realized that it was not a happy feeling in his stomach but rather the contents of his stomach making its way up. He didn't have much time to run to the bathroom, let alone react, so all he could was push Noctis away before he proceeded to throw up on the floor and Noctis' shoes.
Noctis stared at Prompto in concern for a second before rushing him to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up again. They made it just in time as Prompto continued to heave but this time in the toilet instead of on the floor. Noctis rubbed soothing circles on his back and held his bangs out of his face as he listened to Prompto.
After a few minutes of sitting over the toilet to make sure that no more was coming up, Prompto reached up to flush the toilet and pushed himself away, leaning against the wall. He wiped his mouth and stared at the pattern of the bathroom floor, avoiding Noctis' eyes. They sat there in silence before Prompto decided to speak.
"I'm sorry for ruining the moment. I can leave if you want." He made a move to get up but stopped when he felt Noctis' hand on his knee. He looked up and finally met Noctis' eyes. His eyes looked bluer in actual light than the dim light of the club. Prompto would've gotten lost in them if Noctis hadn't spoken up.
"No, you didn't ruin anything. I guess I got you too many drinks. Can't hold your liquor well?" Noctis gave Prompto a small smile and started to rub small circles on his knee with his thumb.
Prompto returned the smile, "Never have, never will I guess." They both laughed until Prompto grabbed his head and winced.
"Let me get you some water and an antidote." Noctis got up and went to leave before turning back around. "Why don't you clean up and meet me in the living room?" Prompto nodded at him and Noctis left to go get the items promised. Prompto got to his feet and made his way over to the sink, turned it on, and began to clean himself off. He looked at himself in the mirror; his shirt was splattered with vomit and smelled bad, his eyes were red, and he looked paler than he normally was. His throat stung every time he swallowed and he's pretty sure that his skin is clammy. He looked down at clothes to see the full damage. His shirt was already deemed as a disaster but his shoes were also covered in vomit. His jeans seemed to be the only thing that was clean on him. He sighed and took off his shoes to clean them off.
When he was finished cleaning everything, he entered the living room to find Noctis sitting on the couch. He seemed to be talking to someone on his phone. Prompto felt awkward standing around so he cleared his throat. Noctis turned around and smiled at him, "There you are." He placed his phone on the coffee table in front of him and grabbed the antidote, glass of water, and a pair of clothes that were placed on the table. He handed them to Prompto, "I figured that you needed a new change of clothes seeing that yours are… well, you know." He gave Prompto a one-shouldered shrug.
Prompto used the antidote before drinking the whole glass of water. He handed the empty glass to Noctis and made his way back to the bathroom to change his clothes. The shirt was a size too big for him and pajama bottoms were so big that he had to roll them up so that he could see his feet. When he got back to the living room he gave Noctis an exasperated look. Noctis only chuckled, "Those were the smallest I had. Be happy I didn't let you sit in your vomit clothes."
Prompto sighed and sat down next to Noctis. "So… what do we do now?"
Noctis rubbed his chin in thought, "How about some video games?"
"Do hotels even have video games?" Prompto glanced at the TV to see that there was, in fact, a gaming console sitting beneath the TV.
"I requested that my room has one." He threw his hands up when Prompto gave him a look that asked 'are you kidding me'. "Hey, I get bored easily." He got up and began to browse the games that were lined up on a shelf. He grabbed one and held it out to Prompto, "How about this one?"
Prompto nodded, "Alright. Don't think I've seen many people your age playing video games. But don't be too upset when I beat you." Prompto caught the controller that was thrown his way.
"Are you kidding me? I'm going to destroy you at this game." Noctis sat down next to Prompto after turning on the console and putting the game inside it. Within a few minutes, both of them had their character picked out and were ready to race against each other for the finish line. And true to his word, Noctis had completely defeated Prompto who had ended up in last place. Prompto stared at the screen astonished before demanding a rematch, to which Noctis happily agreed to.
Twenty rematches later, which Prompto won none, Noctis noticed Prompto's character going off of the map. "Hey, what's wrong? Have you finally realized that you cannot win against me and have just given up?" Noctis glanced at Prompto from the corner of his eye before turning towards him completely.
Prompto had fallen asleep with the controller still in his hand. His chest rose and fell softly with every breath he took and his face looked so peaceful Noctis was scared to move in case he awoke Prompto. But the way that he was sleeping did not look very comfortable- head rolled to the side and almost touching his own shoulder, which had to be painful- and Noctis was raised better than to let someone sleep that way. So he took the controller away from Prompto and the pair by the console and turned it off. He made his way to Prompto, lifted him up from the couch, and carried him to the bedroom down the hall. He set Prompto down in the bed and pulled the covers over him, letting his face hover over Prompto's for a few seconds. He placed a kiss to Prompto's forehead and left the room. Sure, the bed was big enough for them both plus more but he wasn't too sure how Prompto would feel waking up next to him the next morning. Maybe he'll get the wrong idea and stomp out.
Noctis loosened the tie around his neck as he entered the living room again. He stared at the couch, disgruntled. Nobody said that the couch was comfortable enough to sleep on but it was a sacrifice that he had to make. So with a sigh, Noctis turned out the lights and tried to get comfortable on the almost-too-small couch.
Prompto was woken up by the light filling the room from the floor-length windows next to the bed. He blinked hazily before turning around to look out of the windows. From his position in bed the only thing he could see was the sky. It was a light blue and it looked so beautiful. 'But not as beautiful as Noctis' eyes,' Prompto caught himself thinking.
As if summoned, Noctis knocked softly on the door before entering the room. Prompto sat up and gave him a smile in greeting. Somewhere in the room Prompto noticed that something smelled delicious and was curious as to how he didn't smell it earlier.
Noctis sat on the bed by Prompto, "Good morning."
"Hey. What's that smell? It smells delicious." Prompto looked over Noctis' shoulder as if whatever he was smelling would magically appear in the doorway.
Noctis chuckled, "Breakfast. I hope you like pancakes and eggs." Prompto nodded his head, he could already feel himself drooling. Noctis let out a hearty laugh and Prompto felt his cheeks warm up at the sound. Gods, he wanted to hear that laugh again.
"And I know that it is a bit late for breakfast but better late than never."
This brought Prompto to full attention, "Wait. What time is it?"
Noctis pushed his sleeve up to look at the watch on his wrist, "Eleven forty-three." Noctis was not expecting Prompto to throw the covers off of himself and jump out of the bed. He ran out of the bedroom and looked around for his shoes, ignoring the delicious looking breakfast laid out on the dining table.
"I'm really sorry that I can't stay for breakfast, really I am. It looks super good and I would love to stay but if I miss this test then my teacher will kill me. I've already missed a few tests and this is the last chance my teacher is giving me." Prompto sheepishly smiled at Noctis as he pulled his shoes on.
"Well let me give you my number. I'd love to talk to you some more and maybe hang out later." Noctis quickly wrote his number on a slip of paper and handed it to Prompto.
Prompto didn't really register that he had gotten Noctis' number. "Okay, thanks for everything! See ya!"
"Prompto, wait! You're still in my… pajamas." Noctis tried to call out to Prompto but he was already out of the door.
Ok, so listen. I've wanted to do a story for FFXV since I've finished the game and this is the first thing that pops out. Please don't hate me. I'm still not 100% about the lore and things used in the FF games so... y'all are gonna have to bear with me on this. And I'm so sorry if they seem OOC! I'm still trying to grasp their characters and how they act/talk.
Also... this was my first time writing a heavy-ish makeout scene so like... please excuse the terrible writing! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Reviews and fanart are always welcome! Enjoy!