revivalproject | Captain On A Chill-Cation

WHO: Gladiolus, Open
WHERE: Space Dock
WHAT: Checking in, Spa Day
WHEN: During Event
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Captain On Deck

It was almost funny to think that there was some expectation that being a pilot on the ships meant Gladio should have some authority over his crew. There were more than a few of them who would never see him as such, which was fair. That wasn't how things worked back on Agra-10, and it sure wasn't how it was going to work for anyone but station administration now that they were here.

That didn't mean Gladio didn't have responsibilities here. Chances were they only mattered to him, but Gladio still wanted to live up to them. So he found himself strolling through the station, eyes always on the swivel, hoping to catch sight of any of his crew mates. And once he does, he moves immediately to get to them.

"Everything going alright over here?"

And he must be a bit of a sight as he does it too. There he is, in his full Glaive uniform, standing at parade rest, looking over someone he feels responsible for with the sort of commanding presence of a military leader. Which he was. But whatever, just humor him perhaps?

II. Nothing Like Relaxing

There's plenty of time throughout the month to do the work of acquiring parts, consulting with engineers for any modifications, and going through the (frankly recurring) process of collecting his crew from their various misdeeds. Taking time for himself hasn't been something Gladio's done often. But there is something he catches sight on in one of his strolls through the space dock that really gets Gladio off of his cycle.

The sign takes some translating, but when he's got it, he looks intrigued.

"A massage, huh?"

And then he's approaching the counter where a creature that looks much like a living granite statue, who frowns.

"I'm sorry, this is for couples. Without a companion you cannot enter."

Well, now that was frustrating.

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Gladio chuckled and shakes his head before moving them forward by that arm around Noctis. Soon they're in the room and the attendant is leaving.

"Probably been a while since the last time you got a proper massage, right?"

No doubt Noctis got them when he was a kid, back when his back was a lot worse. He lets Noctis go and immediately starts to strip out of his uniform.

"Don't remind me." Noctis replied softly. His last massage was at Galdin Quay all those years ago and he still hadn't forgotten it.

However, he let his dark eyes roam over the Shield stripping. "That's one hell of a show you're putting on there."

Yeah, there's that. But the people hadn't known to avoid the bad part of Noctis's back.

"Maybe this is a bad idea," he says, even though he is already working down to his boxers. "And you know it's not that different of a show than you normally get."

"This'll be fine." He and Gladio worked around the clock it seemed and this was a bit of relaxation that they needed.

The other comment brought a smile. "Ya but we're in a different place. So it's different since we're not home right now." His eyes drank in every inch of skin that he could see at the moment.

Yeah, it is different. He has to laugh.

"So you're saying I should take my clothes off in front of you when you're fishing? Because that's not home either."

Noctis had to laugh at the comment. "You should try it, although I'm sure you'd have quite the audience in no time flat. Handsome guys like you going around stripping would definitely have people going to the fishing spots more often."

The comment earns a pleased, full belly laugh from Gladio. This was so nice to have, an openness to their flirting. And knowing it means more to them.

"I'll try it out then, next time I get the chance. I'll have to find a fishing spot first. Wonder where I might find someone to teach me."

But he is stripping out of his pants so he can wrap a towel around himself.

Noctis loved to hear Gladio laugh. It was almost like unlocking another level in any of the video games that he played back home. If only he could do it more often.

But he smiled as he replied. "You never know. Might be some lonesome guy out there who'd be more than happy to keep you out there with him."

And finally he turned to divest himself of his own clothing.

"I really hope there is. Fishing was never my jam. But watching a pretty guy fishing? Could do that for hours."

Has done it for hours. Hours upon hours. Protecting he liked to claim.

"I'll introduce you." Noctis laughed.

He always knew if there was trouble Gladio would handle it until he could turn and fight. Nothing like a tall, handsome and ruggedly built guy to have your back.

And he was always going to have Noctis's back. He smiles and reaches out to touch Noctis's back gently.

"If at any point the massage is bad, you tell them, okay?"

Noctis automatically turned and looked at Gladio with the smallest smile on his face with the Shield's hand on his back. And so he spoke in a soft tone when he answered.

"I'll do that."

"Good. I don't want to have to fuss at you because I think you're not taking care of yourself."

He leans in to kiss Noctis's brow.

"You're too precious to be in pain."

"That's what I have you for." Noctis playfully replied. But all banter vanished at the Shield's kiss.

He just smiled and thought of all of the scars on his body that he had. So he tried to change as fast as he could. In the dark it was fine he could ignore them. But in the light of day he felt shy and didn't want to think about them so he moved as fast as he could.

"Hey."

Gladio can see the rush, and his voice is soft. Soothing he hopes. Reaches out to touch Noctis's arm lightly.

"You're beautiful, Noct. You're always beautiful."

Noctis was hurriedly pulling his shirt on when he heard Gladio's 'hey.'

Looking up at the other man, his eyes sought those of the Shield's as he felt the touch on his arm which elicited a shy smile.

"Glad you think so."

"I know so."

ANd he steps in to kiss Noctis. It's not as heated as he might use when they weren't around others, but it's there. It's reassurance. It's love.

Damn it, whenever Gladio did that it turned his brain to mush almost immediately. But he smiled after they parted and tried to hurry.

"Almost..ready."

"I'll leave you to it then," Gladio teases, stepping back and leaning against a table to eye Noctis.

The king blushed as he changed as fast as he could. And when he was done, he turned to Gladio with a smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Alright then," Gladio says with a smile. "Let's get your laid down, my King."

He made a face and just hoped that whatever happened, that they didn't go for that one spot on his back.

"Alright."

They probably would end up there sooner or later if he didn't warn them away from it. But for now Gladio moves forward to help Noctis get settled.

"There you go."

Noct settled in and he could never explain how much it meant to him that his Shield was here to help him. Maybe he should write that in his vows or something. So his blue eyes locked with Gladio's.

"You're...not going anywhere right?"

"Of course I'm not. I've got this other bed, right in reach of yours. And I'll keep a knife nearby, just in case."

Because at the end of the day, he was still a fighter. A protector for the man he loves.

Captain On A Chill-Cation

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