Written for Promptis Fanweek: Day 2 - Bed Sharing

"I don't know what to tell you," Noctis shrugged, tossing the silver coin up in the air and catching it with ease. "The gil doesn't lie."

Gladio huffed in response while they followed Ignis down the short boardwalk to their motel room, just on the other side of the lounge. The smell of the sea breeze wafted into their noses, making the whole experience of being in Galdin Quay that much more incredible. They were in paradise. Prompto hardly noticed at this point, however, as embarrassment was currently cutting off his senses. Even though he was watching his feet the whole time, he felt like he was going to trip; this conversation that they'd been having since they'd left the car had his mind spinning.

"I'm not sure it's the most appropriate sleeping arrangement since you and Prompto are involved ," Ignis pointed out, as he unlocked the door to their motel room.

"And I'm not sure a coin toss is the best way to decide this," Gladio grumbled, as they all shuffled into the luxurious room. Even despite its beauty—its vibrant blue shutters, comfortable-looking chairs and beds, and decorative plants and light fixtures—all the boys could focus on was the discussion that was still on the table.

"You're only saying that because it came up 'yes' to Prompto every time. Heads, it's Prompto. Tails, it's one of you guys," Noct said, flipping the coin up in the air another time and catching it. This time, he slapped it down on top of his other hand, revealing the heads side once again, just to prove to Gladio that the fates willed this decision.

"Lemme see that coin," Gladio frowned, skepticism creeping into him. His giant hands reached out for the gil in Noct's hand, but the prince spun out of his reach, tossing it again and catching it with a fond smile.

"Paws off! It's a collector's coin with my dad's face on it."

"Noct, would you kindly consider sharing a bed with Gladio or myself?" Ignis asked, politely, setting his luggage down and closing the door now that everyone had made it inside.

Noct glanced over at his best friend, who was still standing nervously near the entryway. His fingers were clutching his belt loops tightly, and his head was still hung low. Still, Noct was able to catch his eye for a second or two, and in that look, he knew everything he needed to. Prompto was still timid around Ignis and Gladio. He didn't know them the way he knew Noct, and since he struggled with insecurities, there was no way he would be comfortable sharing with one of those guys.

"I'm the prince, remember? You really gonna tell me I can't sleep with who I want?" Noct said, a hand on his hip and a cocky tilt to his head. His attitude probably would have made them listen, if his words had come out more eloquently. Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose to hide a smirk. Prompto reddened, and Gladio cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"You know what I mean," the prince rolled his eyes, slumping down into the nearest cushioned chair.

"I suppose since you insist on this, and because you will be supervised, you may have Prompto accompany you," Ignis gave in, moving his suitcase over to the bed nearest the window—where Gladio had already claimed he wanted to sleep, no matter where they stayed; of course, no one argued with him when he wanted certain sleeping arrangements. Gladio gave Ignis a wide-eyed, incredulous look, outstretching a hand toward his prince as if to say, 'you're going to let him get away with that?' Iggy merely nodded him over towards the bed, silently telling him to let it go.

"Alright, fine. But I wanna see your hands on top of the blankets at all times," he announced, pointing a condemning finger at both of the young boys. Prompto's eyes nearly popped out at the accusatory gesture, and inched toward Noctis for protection from the enormous Shield.

"You think we're gonna do anything when you're right there in the next bed?" Noct scoffed.

"T-trust me, we won't," Prompto finally squeaked, hoping his defending himself would be enough to convince Gladio. "We won't, right, Noct?" he asked, with a nervous chuckle and a nudge against his best friend's arm.

"'Course not. We're not stupid," the prince came back, airily.

"Now that that's settled... Gladio, we should pick up some water and snacks from the bistro. If we stock up now, we can make good time in the morning," Ignis suggested. "Shouldn't take long."

"Gotcha," Gladio grumbled, eyeing the two boys warily as he followed his companion out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Noct let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, and tossed his arms and head back against the couch.

"Arggh, they won't get off my back," he groaned. Prompto let out the breath he'd been holding pretty much since they'd entered the room. He strolled forward, releasing a soft chuckle as he sat down on the arm of the chair, leaning into Noct's warmth.

"It's nice that they're looking out for you," he smiled, gently. The upward curve of his lips deepened as Noctis' hand found his knee, and rubbed tenderly.

"But how is it that you won, like, a dozen coin-tosses in a row?"

The prince chuckled at the question, and with a sly smile, he held the coin out for his friend to see.

"Double-sided coin," he announced, proudly, as he repeatedly flipped the coin over between his fingers.

"Dude, you're my hero!" Prompto beamed, letting himself fall further in against Noctis until the prince was close enough to press a kiss to his hair. Prompto continued to chuckle as Noctis allowed him to take the coin and analyze it for himself, and after a moment or two, Noct leaned away and got to his feet. With outstretched hands, he pulled Prompto up after him and led him to the bed. They stripped down to their shirts and boxers and slipped under the covers—of course, not before Prompto gave one last glance at the door to make sure Gladio wasn't going to charge back in and change his mind.

"Hey, you're not sticking to the rules!" Prompto squawked, turning his head back to see Noctis so far under the covers that only his head and shoulders were showing.

"And you are?" Noct asked, raising a brow. He knew Prompto too well, so well that he knew he got cold easily. Even if he made it through the first hour or two, no way was he going to spend a whole night without cuddling up in those blankets. No way was he going to spend the entire roadtrip like that.

"I don't want Gladio breaking my arms off if he finds them anywhere near you. Thought you might wanna keep your limbs, too," Prompto shrugged.

"But if I listened to Gladio, then I couldn't do this," Noctis breathed. Prompto stayed very still as he felt his companion move in against his back, his warm arm finding its way around his waist and pulling him in snugly.

"Uh... an innocent embrace?" Prompto quirked a brow, and cast a quick glance behind him. Noct had his eyes peacefully closed. He looked relaxed already, tired from the long day on the road, but still as beautiful as ever with his long bangs, fair skin, and dark lashes.

"Exactly. Can he really complain about that?"

Prompto smiled softly, and closed his eyes, too, as his hand slipped under the covers to find Noct's resting at his waist. Noctis spread his fingers to let Prompto's slip in between, and slow, sleepy breaths filled the quiet room.

"I don't see why he would," Prompto whispered.