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“Hiya, Gregg,” Guy said cheerfully as he sat down beside the man. “How’s the watch going?”
Gregg shifted on the uncomfortable ground and nodded his head awkwardly. “Oh, yeah, y’know, it’s um, it’s good. Fine. Bit boring, but I guess that’s a good thing.”
“Oh it’s totally a good thing, mate,” Guy replied easily. He spread his hands on the ground behind him and stared up at the sky through the trees. “I mean, I dunno about you, but I for one don’t wanna have to fight anything right before bed. Feels like it’d make it difficult to actually fall asleep.”
“Right,” Gregg said slowly. Sometimes the demon really didn’t seem to get when Gregg or the others weren’t being serious, but it was…charming, in an odd sort of way. “Did you want something?” he asked, shooting glances at Guy from the corner of his eye.
“Nah, I just thought I’d come and keep you company, that’s all,” Guy said with a shrug. “I know I’d get lonely staying up by myself for a few hours. This way we can both do a watch!”
“Mhmm.” Gregg could see Artem and Lucas curled up in their respective spots around the campfire a few meters away. Both men appeared to be completely asleep, so the odds of them overhearing their conversation seemed unlikely. “Um, Guy? Can—can I ask you, um, a question?”
Guy rolled his head on his neck to meet Gregg’s eyes in the flickering light of the campfire. “Go on then.”
Picking at a tear in his jeans, Gregg tried not to flush from Guy’s attention.
“So, um…you and Ash…” Gregg began, and felt a brief desire to fling himself to the ground when Guy’s shoulders tensed. “You dated?”
Guy shrugged again, though it didn’t seem as careless as it had before. “I mean, depends what you mean by dating. We were fucking for a while—” Gregg’s mission to not blush failed. “—and like, we were a bit exclusive. But like, yeah, we were, we were close. For a bit.”
“Got it,” Gregg mumbled, pulling at a loose thread in his jeans. “And would you, um, say that they’re, uh, trustworthy? Like if they told you something, would you believe them?”
Guy looked at him curiously, though without any of the suspicion that Artem or Lucas likely would’ve given him. “Depends on what they were telling me, I suppose.”
“That’s not actually helpful,” Gregg pointed out and he shifted on the ground again. “That’s like, like, like telling someone…actually I don’t have an example, but still. Not helpful.”
“Sorry, mate,” Guy said, and he patted Gregg on the shoulder, his hand warm despite the slight chill in the air. “They did kind of, you know, break my heart a little, so I’m a bit biased against them. Not the best person to give you objective advice.”
“See, but that information is helpful,” Gregg argued even as his mind turned over the concept of a broken hearted Guy. “That makes me less inclined to trust them.”
Guy blinked at him. “But they broke my heart, not yours.”
This seemed like a probable lapse of knowledge due to being a demon, and Gregg found himself in the position of having to explain.
“Yes, but if they did something that hurt you, that doesn’t recommend them cause like, you’re this great, kind, hot guy, and what kind of a cunt hurts someone like you?”
Guy’s face broke into a smile, which made Gregg’s stomach feel all twisty.
“That’s actually really sweet, Gregg, thank you.”
“Nah, don’t mention it,” Gregg muttered under his breath, but apparently Guy was determined to mention it, because he went on.
“No I mean it, that’s really sweet. Like, I’ve met a lot of humans since I came to earth, like probably close to a hundred? So, you know, a lot.” Guy seemed to want some sort of acknowledgment of the impressiveness of his achievement, so Gregg nodded hesitantly. It seemed to do the trick and Guy continued, “And most of the humans I’ve met have been, like, really great, but you’re not at all how I expected.”
Gregg felt the urge to bristle but held it back. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked a bit snippily.
Guy leaned towards him and bumped their shoulders together. “When we first met, I kind of thought you were an arsehole, because you were a bit rude to me even though we barely knew each other. But after the plane crash and everything, you’ve been better. I mean, you can still be a little rude,” Guy allowed with a generous tone, and Gregg gave him a weak glare. “But you’re really thoughtful and sweet, even when you probably don’t mean to be.”
Guy’s words were so much more complimentary than Gregg was used to hearing, and it was quite possible that his face was on fire. That said, it was…nice to hear him say those things.
“I’m…glad you think so, Guy,” Gregg admitted quietly, feeling a bit shy after all the attention.
“Of course, mate,” Guy said happily, patting him on the shoulder again. His hand really was quite warm, and this time when he took his hand away Gregg shivered in its absence. “Oh, are you cold? Do you want me to hold you?”
Gregg turned his head so he could stare open-mouthed at Guy, who was looking at him with nothing but sincerity.
“ No I don’t want you to hold me,” Gregg sniped, but as he spoke he shifted a little closer to Guy.
“Oh, sorry, mate, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” said Guy, and he actually started to move away from Gregg.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Gregg demanded, catching Guy’s sleeve in his hand and tugging.
“Well, you said you didn’t want—” Guy said with obvious confusion, and Gregg let out a huff.
“Yes, but I didn’t mean it, so get over here and keep me warm,” Gregg ordered, and there was certainly no trace of a whine in his voice.
Still seeming somewhat confused, Guy obediently shuffled towards Gregg and lifted his arm to put it around his shoulders.
“How’s that?” Guy asked. His arm was like a heated blanket over Gregg, and he wanted to burrow into the demon.
“Better,” Gregg said, and angled his face a little so he could better see Guy. They hadn’t been this close in…well actually, they’d never been this close, and Gregg could see that Guy’s eyes had many flecks of color around the pupil, making it difficult to tell what color they actually were.
“You’ve got…very pretty eyes,” Gregg said faintly, and Guy smiled.
“So have you,” he replied, and Gregg snorted.
“No I haven’t.”
“Course you do,” Guy insisted softly, and he raised a hand to brush against Gregg’s bangs. “They’re some of the loveliest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“You’ve only seen 99 other pairs of human eyes,” Gregg reminded him, but his heart wasn’t really in it. His attention kept dropping lower on Guy’s face, taking in his smile and his perfect dimples.
“True, but I did clarify that they’re the loveliest out of the eyes that I have seen, so I don’t know why you’re—“
Gregg, for the first time in his life, cut someone off as they complimented him.
Feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest, he smashed his mouth into Guy’s, whose words were quickly muffled. Gregg could vaguely make out “Oh alright then” and then he was being properly kissed.
Gregg had kissed before. Girls, though, who were very different to guys, especially this Guy. He’d had a hazy thought that kissing a man would be firmer and maybe a bit weird, but kissing Guy was…wonderful. He had one hand still on the ground and the other was sliding around to cup the back of Gregg’s head, fingers twining through his short hair. Gregg put his hands on Guy’s shoulders, which made him keenly aware of how broad they were. He sighed, and Guy took the opportunity to gently nip at his lower lip, causing Gregg’s sigh to turn into a gasp.
Guy abruptly pulled back, and Gregg quite possibly let out a whine of complaint at the sudden separation.
“Sorry, I just want to make sure,” Guy said a little breathlessly. His fingernails scratched gently at Gregg’s scalp, and he had to fight not to do something weird about it, like purr. “We’re kissing now, yeah?”
“I mean, we were until you stopped,” Gregg complained.
“Right, but you want to keep kissing?” Guy asked, as though he was genuinely unsure of what Gregg wanted.
“Well of course I do!”
“Okay, good,” Guy said with a nod. “And how do you feel about tongue stuff?”
Gregg’s face turned pink so fast it made his head spin. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, closed it. This went on for a few seconds until Guy thankfully got the message and grinned.
“Got it, tongue stuff is good.” Guy looked pleased to have ascertained this information. “Now, I think we should probably keep it above the neck for tonight, because I’ve had sex outside before and it is not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Gregg thought that, perhaps, there was steam coming out of his ears, but he did his best not to hide his face in his hands.
“Shall we get back to it, then?” Guy asked, fingers still combing through his hair.
Gregg made a strangled sound of agreement, and Guy gently pulled him back in until their mouths met once more. Immediately, Guy took his recently granted permission and licked across Gregg’s bottom lip, causing him to whimper a little. His hands were still clutching Guy’s shoulders, and they tightened automatically when Guy’s tongue first dipped against his. Gregg was fairly sure that he’d never been kissed like this, and he found himself determined to savor it. He clenched his eyes tight to block out everything else and surrendered to Guy’s mouth.
After an eternity of the wet press of tongue against tongue, Guy lifted his mouth enough so that he could press kisses along Gregg’s jaw.
“Guy,” Gregg breathed, his hands moving to the back of Guy’s neck and holding him tightly. Guy made a gentle sound of acknowledgment but did not stop kissing Gregg’s skin. He could feel his breath coming quicker, and his head growing lighter, and Gregg would have been happy doing this for the next several hours, or maybe days.
Then, Guy’s lips reached his ear and pulled off. In a gentle yet urgent tone, he suddenly whispered, “Wake up.”
With a jolt, Gregg came to consciousness, his heart pounding in his chest as the drip-drip-drip of the oubliette stole his attention. Gregg looked around, a little frantic, and saw no one else in the small stone room.
With a thunk, he dropped his head back against the damp ground, feeling his eyes grow wet.
Of course. It was a dream.