bakerstreet | The HOT TUB Meme

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[ no shippy sheith please! otherwise open. ]

[Welcome to all.]

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.

M/M for shipping, OTA for gen.]

[ Ignis can't remember the last time he enjoyed a storm. During the period of darkness, storms were often terrible; they had generators, but generators couldn't fix holes in the roof leaking. Storms were always something to be worried about and Ignis always got nervous whenever he smelled rain on the air. Even after Noctis brought the dawn back, Ignis couldn't shake the instinct to prepare, even if they were in the Citadel and the most they had to worry about was if Prompto left a window open and water got in.

With the passing of his uncle and most of Insomnia, Ignis inherited his estate (discovered after everything had been sorted to a point that things like wills could be dealt with) which meant that he didn't need his apartment any longer. It still feels strange living in a house that he technically owns, rather than an apartment. It hasn't changed much since his uncle's time, though, given that he can't see anything anyway. The only thing he had updated was the hot tub on the property. He didn't need to see that to appreciate it.

Gone was the rotted, spider-web and mold filled bucket that had wasted away for ten years; now, it was sleek wood paneling, multiple settings on the jets, and from what he's been told, a rather spectacular view of Insomnia from a hill. Better still was that it was covered with a wall on one end to block the chill from the wind. It meant that as the storm rolled in, Ignis didn't need to worry, tugging Gladiolus by the hand into the covered area, a glass of wine in his other hand. Once under the dim lighting of the roof, Ignis settles his glass on the table and tugs at his tanktop playfully, skimming his fingers over Gladiolus' belly. ]

Clothes off.

[ It's been ten years, and up until now he still only half-believes that they've had the outcome that they had. Noctis has ascended to become King, Gladio still has his duties, and Ignis has found a comfortable place right by their liege's side. It's turned out surprisingly well, a constand reminder that he may never take anything for granted, not least of all the lover that's currently skimming his fingers over his stomach. The hot tub is another mark of pride -- Gladio has spent a week sourcing for materials and repairing it, making it good as new. Hell, even better. The tub comes upgraded and outfitted with a couple more jets on different settings, steady on varnished cherry oak.

More importantly, however, is the fact that Ignis is clearly enjoying this. He follows after him with a low chuckle and amusement in his eyes. Stepping close, unable to keep from admiring the way the moonlight casts Ignis in such a stunningly beautiful light, he only half-regrets that Ignis cannot enjoy the gift of the hot tub that he's restored for him. At least, not visually. This evening is blessed reprieve from their duties, and Gladio is intent on making use of all of it. ]

Who am I to disobey.

[ A low rumble, and he's tugging the tank top off over his shoulders, trousers and belt the next to go, dropping to the floor with a soft rustle-clink. He moves away only to pick it up and set it neatly aside, deft fingers coming to undo the buttons of Ignis' shirt. They've come a long way, he thinks, belly still warm at the touch of his fingers, and he's grasping his chin to pull him up into a deep, shamelessly greedy kiss, tasting the tangy flavor of wine on his tongue. ]

And you. Get naked.

[ Ignis can enjoy the hot tub itself, which is the most important part about the effort it took to rebuild it. He might not be able to appreciate the view but the rest of it is still a welcome reprieve from the insanity of work. Noctis yet lived and the Scourge, Ardyn, and the darkness were all thoroughly beaten back. They'd won and got to enjoy what came after, it's just that more often than not it was a little difficult to find time to enjoy it.

It means that the moments they do grab together are all the more precious; Ignis refuses to waste it. While Gladiolus' hands go to his shirt to start unbuttoning and his lips come down to kiss him, Ignis' hands are wandering already, following the curve of his back, down to the swell of his ass where his fingers settle, squeezing appreciatively. ]

I would but I find someone's hands already attempting to help.

[ Shrugging out of his clothes, Ignis bends to fold them and tuck them with Gladiolus' own, moving every time he loses a piece of clothing only to come back to steal another series of kisses from Gladiolus, smiling into each one. Around them, he can smell rain on the air, the rumble of thunder on the horizon and while he won't be able to watch it, listening sounds lovely. When they're both suitably nude, he tugs at Gladiolus' hand and leads him to the steps down into it. ]

I have been thinking about this all day. It was all I could do to not make an excuse to miss Councilor Dubois' meeting just to get here earlier. I would've, if Noct weren't already blocked out that hour.

[ Finally catching a break and winning is another blessed reprieve from all the shit that's been going on all around them, and Gladio smiles against Ignis' mouth, noting just how eager he is to lean into the kisses, putting truth to the words that come after. Breath hitching at the squeeze to his ass, Gladio very nearly purrs with approval. His mouth is warm and inviting, and this is a far cry from those hurried moments during the past ten years -- when Gladio had gone his separate way and so had Ignis, only coming together for heated, temporary exchanges. Gladio had to get stronger for Noctis' sake, to be worthy of the king himself -- and Ignis had his own path.

It didn't mean Gladio loves this man any less -- only that sometimes life gets in the way, much like the meetings scheduled by the Citadel, keeping him from engaging in all sorts of sensuous, explicit moments together with him. Then again, Gladio had been busy on his end as well, and he's chuckling when he lets Ignis leads, secure in the fact that even while blind, the man still does know his way around. He did, after all, take on daemons while blind. The smell of rain hangs heavy in the air, the warmth of the bubbling hot tub a welcome change to the chill, and he eyes the lightning that sparks far, far away from them, beautiful enough for him to pause and survey.

This is the world they're in now, one where the talk boils down to meetings and rebuilding. He's guiding Ignis carefully into the tub and he follows after him, intent on keeping him close as he pulls him onto his lap almost immediately after. He's missed having the feeling of that lithe, lean body pressed up against his, the familiar scent of him, the warmth of his quiet affections.

His hand sliding up his back, Gladio's fingers gracefully curl against the back of his head. ]

Gotta be clear, what exactly were you thinking of? This hot tub, or us in it?

[ The little hitch of Gladiolus' breath doesn't go missed; Ignis smirks into the kiss and resists the urge to do it again for the time being. To be fair, it is a lovely ass and he doesn't get to appreciate it nearly enough. Above them, there's a low, warning rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightning so bright that Ignis can nearly see it - his vision shifts from black to lit up for the brief moment and it's satisfying in a way he hadn't anticipated.

He wasn't intending on going to the other end when they got in the hot tub, but Gladiolus tugs him up and over into his lap and Ignis goes all too willingly, settling down with a slosh of water. Straddling is easier, though, so rather than sit with his legs off to the side, he stands with an apologetic murmur and then promptly slithers back into his lap so they are face to face and he can stroke his hands over the broad, wet expanse of his shoulders. He might not be able to see the tattoos like this but he knows the length and breadth of them like they're on his own skin and ten years of darkness couldn't steal the ability to trace them from him. ]

Mmm, primarily the latter, but the fact that it's warm is certainly appealing.

[ As comfortable as this is and even with his cock stirring in interest (how could he not react when he has Gladiolus underneath him) he smiles into the next kiss, scratching his nails lightly up Gladiolus' spine before speaking. ]

I'm not draining this tonight, though, which means anything too messy happens in my bed or swallowed.

[ That's not a bad thing, though and still provides them a variety of options, but more than anything else Ignis is simply happy to rest against him like this, making out lazily. ]

[ You naughty, naughty boy, Ignis.

Gladio can't resist a soft smile into the kiss, feeling the curve of that smirk. Ignis is lovely when he's in a mischievous mood -- after all, how often do they get to just be themselves, to leave duty and obligation at the door and just enjoy each other? It's been a long time since he has been with him like this, and while Gladio is never good with words, he's at least competent at showing it. It's there when he braces Ignis, large hands on his waist, his hips to help him keep balance while he straddles him, giving him a prime view of his chest, shoulders, the smattering of moles on pale skin. His mouth presses worshipfully, reverently against his chest, right over his heart before he seeks out his nipple, taking it into his mouth without hesitation.

Palms sliding down to his ass, he's the one who gives it a squeeze now, feeling them fit so beautifully into his hands. Ignis is leaner, more lithe and sleek than he is -- Gladio's a wall of muscle, built and strong, and yet he melts when it comes to his lover and his attentions. He's shivering at the scrape of his nails up his spine, hungrily chasing after his lips. He's in no hurry to go further from making out; the taste of his lips is lovely, snaring; Gladio enjoys his mouth, the warmth of his embrace and the gentle humor of his words, especially the particalarity of his comments, because of course they aren't going to mess up the hot tub, and he's pretty sure Ignis will kick his ass for it if he tried it anyway. ]

What if I laid down the towel and fucked you right here on this patio?

[ Where he can smell the rain and feel the thunder, raw and powerful; much like the man who would be inside him. ]

[ Ignis is all long, lanky limbs to Gladiolus' broad, sturdy frame and it used to bother him immensely. He was never going to be as built as Gladiolus, no matter how many weights he lifted or laps he ran and it used to be one of the most frustrating parts of their shared duty to protect Noctis until he stopped equating just muscles with strength. They certainly helped; Gladiolus was able to do physical feats far more impressive than he and Prompto could even consider, but on top of that, he was smart, witty and knew how to hold his own and keep his wits about him in a shit situation.

Gladiolus had grown into himself and rather than worry about the flexing of muscles under his hands and body, he's apprecaitive. While he starts tracing kisses over Ignis' chest, teasing at a nipple, Ignis winds a wet hand into the long hair at the nape of his neck and holds there, just shy of pulling while his other hand slides down and touches for the simple appreciation of physical contact.

Between eager, lazy kisses tinged with wine, Ignis keeps touching him, mapping out the look of him by hands alone. ]

A tempting offer, Gladio. [ Much like with Noctis, Ignis finds it hard to say no, especially when he wants something too. Teasingly, a hand trailing up Gladiolus' chest from his navel up to his chin with just one finger making contact along his skin: ] You're willing to risk splinters and rug-burn on your knees just to fuck? It must be love.

Edited 2018-06-27 06:53 (UTC)

[ Love, is it?

They haven't talked about this big one yet -- there never was a chance to, not when things had gone to shit after Noctis had entered the Crystal and darkness had fallen on everyone; when their contact dwindled down to a check in now and then -- broken only by the times they'd take their frustrations out on each other in just about every way they could.

It was fucking, pure and simple -- in all its many iterations. It's love, because Gladio has never said it out loud and never thought it was necessary to put forward. They don't talk about it because there never really was a need to, they gravitated back towards each other like magnets again, unable to escape the orbit of another. He's reverent when he kisses him back, languid and slow, stealing every moment for himself. His cock presses up against Ignis' thigh absently, more than half hard but he's not inclined to do anything about it in the hot tub.

Not yet, at least, even though the fingers up his chest prove ultimately distracting. His hands slide down, kneading at his ass and spreading his cheeks in response, teasing him, playing. ]

What if it is?

[ He comments, casual as you please, his lips finding the crook of his neck and his beard scraping along it. ]

And what if you're worth it?

Xander | Fire Emblem: Fates

Ike | Fire Emblem (Tellius)

Athrun Zala | Gundam SEED

Esther Moreau; a few years on | OC | OTA

Addie Sands | OC | OTA

Rin Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night UBW | ota

Blake Belladonna | RWBY | OTA

Nishinoya Yuu (Haikyu!!)

Korra | Legend of Korra | OTA

katsuki yuuri | yuri!!! on ice | ota

( rule 63 ) keith | voltron

mary jane | spiderman: the musical ( f/m / gen welcome )

Villain!Izuku Midoriya || My Hero Academia AU || OTA

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | OTA

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | M/M

Xiao | Granblue Fantasy | M/M

gladio | ffxv

up to you on whether noct is around C:

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