Electricity Between Us

The Regalia was stolen. Son of a bitch.

"Well, at least we can look forward to getting some chocobo riding time in," said Prompto. He smiled, trying to make light of the situation. The other three were not in such a humorous mood and glared at him. "Eeesh, sorry."

"At least it's faster than walking," said Gladio.

"Indeed," said Ignis as they hoofed it to the camp. Shame they hadn't paid for any rentals this week. "But still, we must get the Regalia back. First and foremost we need to get to camp, eat something, and get some sleep. Thankfully the camping supplies are still at the haven or we would be sleeping under the stars tonight."

Before long the glyph covered stone with their campsite appeared. It had been an excessively long day and all Prompto wanted was to lie down. The battle with Titan was insane. He had no idea how they managed to make it out alive. He looked over at Noctis, who hadn't said a word in over an hour, wondering what was going through his head. He had the ability to summon the Archaean now, and Prompto couldn't fathom what that must be like. What it felt like to have that much raw power at ones disposal.

He hung back from Ignis and Gladio as they approached the campground and asked Noctis quietly, "Hey, buddy. You aright? You've been more quiet than usual."

"It's… difficult to explain. For a while it felt like I was on fire, but now it feels like my skin is tingling. I guess I'm getting used to it."

"Hmm, well, maybe you'll feel better in the morning."

"I hope so. Do you think Ignis will let me have a drink after all that?" said Noctis.

Prompto swung his arms behind his head as they walked. "Honestly, Noct, after a day like this I think we can all use a drink. You might as well ask him. Closed mouths don't get fed."

Shockingly, Ignis agreed to open a bottle of liquor that he kept in the bottom of the cooler. "One drink." he said sternly.

While he cooked dinner Gladio opened the cap and poured an inch or so of liquor into each of the glasses. Once he handed Ignis his he returned to the table and poured an extra inch into the remaining three. When he handed the drinks to Prompto and Noctis he put his finger to his lips. "I won't tell if you don't."

The two of them had finished half their drink by the time the food came. It was amazing as always, especially with the buzz on that Prompto had going for him. He was going to sleep well tonight. He yawned and leaned back in his chair. The sun had barely gone down and he was already ready for bed. Downing what was left of his drink he yawned and said, "I'm hitting the hay early."

"So soon?" said Gladio.

"Yeah, I'm wiped. We've got a lot to do tomorrow, looking for Ramuh's rune stones on top of everything," he said.

"I think I will too," said Noctis. "I wasn't sleeping much these past few nights with the headaches."

Ignis nodded. Gladio poured a little more liquor in his glass while Iggy wasn't watching and said "Goodnight."

Prompto wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but considering he still had a very strong buzz on it couldn't have been too long. He could hear Gladio snoring in the tent behind him as a light rain fell against the waterproof fabric above. A low rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. None of these things were what woke him up. What caused him to wake was Noct's breath against the pulse of his neck. The breathing was steady and quiet like it always was when Noctis slept. He could only see the top of his head so he couldn't be sure if he was awake.

The longer he evaluated the situation the sooner he realized that the prince's bare hand was also resting on Prompto's hip, just where the waistband met exposed skin. The touch was so subtle, but between that and the breath on his neck his heart began hammering in his chest. He wondered if Noct could hear it as close to his chest as he was. Hopefully between the thunder, rain, and Gladio's snoring Noctis wouldn't be able to.

Just then Noctis shifted and slid his hand up Prompto's shirt just a few inches. Now he was sure that Noctis could hear his heart pounding. He'd been friends with the prince for years, feeling privileged to even be allowed in his presence. He would be lying if he said he didn't find the prince attractive. Who wouldn't? But he'd never done anything about it. The best he could hope for was a few moments every couple of days to rub one out in private. Now he was crammed between a drunk, snoring bodyguard and the presumably drunken crown prince with a growing erection and no way to take care of it.

Noctis shifted just the tiniest bit closer and now he could feel the prince's lips graze the skin of his neck. He let out a whine before he could stop himself.

Noct took a small breath out of turn, indicating that he was starting to wake up.

Prompto held his breath.

After a moment Noct's breathing seemed to return to normal and Prompto let out the breath he was holding. A flash of light illuminated the tent for an instant before a crack of thunder emanated so loud that he could actually feel it. Gladio's snoring halted for a moment before returning to normal. Neither Ignis nor Noct gave any indications that it had woken them.

Prompto was contemplating how to shift around when he felt lips on his pulse again. This time it was definitely intentional. His breath hitched. The hand on his hip gripped him as open mouth kisses alternated between his pulse and Adams apple. He must be dreaming. There was no way this was happening. How much alcohol was actually in his system?

The hand on his hip let go and slid up his abs and to his ribs, squeezing their lower bodies closer. He could feel Noct's hardening member pressing against his thigh.

Yup, definitely a dream. No way was this happening.

Prompto's gasps were becoming harder to contain, so he was relieved in more than one way when Noct moved the hot kisses from his neck, to his jaw, to take his mouth. If his mouth wasn't covered he was sure his moan would have awoken the other two in the tent. He felt Noct's tongue graze his lips and he opened up for him. He could taste the liquor on top of the taste that was uniquely Noct.

Now Prompto's hands were the ones wandering. If this was a dream he was going to do what he wanted. His hands wrapped around Noct's firm butt and pulled him close. They began grinding against each other as quietly as they could and without a huge amount of movement. Dream or not Prompto didn't care to see what Dream Ignis would do if he saw them. It would be awkward to say the least. Still, the thrill of getting caught only added to the eroticism.

Soon Noctis' hands slid down his abs and to the waistband of his belt undoing the clasp and sliding the fabric down a few inches to gain access. He stroked his member through the fabric of his shorts before sliding them down too and taking him in his hand. Prompto nearly came there and then.

The crown prince was jerking him off. Holy shit.

The positioning was awkward, but somehow Prompto managed to return the favor. The angle didn't quite give him the grip he wanted, but feeling the weight of Noct's member in his hand was more than his fantasies ever gave credit to.

Noct pushed his hips forward until their members touched, sending another shiver down Prompto's spine. They stayed like that, rubbing against each other as their tongues fought for access into the others mouth. Slowly, Noct broke the kiss and put his lips right next to the blondes. His breath ragged, he said, "Lick your hand."

He didn't have to be told twice. Working up the saliva he licked his hand liberally before returning to their members, still grinding into one another. He took them both in his hand and gave a few experimental tugs to lubricate them completely. This time is was the prince's turn to moan.

Locking lips again to contain the sounds they were both making Prompto picked up pace. With his now free hand Noctis slid his hand up Prompto's shirt again and lightly pinched his nipple. That was it, he was going to come. He could feel it in Noct too. His hips trembled with every pump.

Thunder clapped again just as they moaned into each other, hot spurts coating Prompto's hand. When the high of orgasm faded they slowly pulled the kiss away, Prompto only now realizing that Noct's eyes had a faint pinkish glow to them. He'd seen it before, but now that it was lacing blown out pupils is was more enticing than frightening.

For a moment he wondered what to do with the double load he now had all over his hand. Looking around for an extra scrap of fabric or anything. He couldn't find anything that would suffice. But hey, this was a dream, right? So, looking Noct dead in those glowing eyes he raised his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. He smirked devilishly when he felt Noct's softening cock give a little twitch against him.

Noct leaned in and kissed him again, the musky taste of the event mixing with the remanence of the liquor.

The next morning Prompto awoke to the clank of a frying pan tapping the camp stove. He opened his eyes to find himself alone in the tent. The memories of last night flooded to him. "Oh, shit." He whispered, checking his shorts. Thankfully they were clean. After that dream he was sure that he'd made a mess of himself and his only change of clothes were in the car. Hopefully he hadn't made too much noise or woken the others. That would have been awkward.

Putting his boots on, Prompto unzipped the tent and walked out onto an overcast morning. Surprisingly Noct was awake before him, sitting in the camp chair eating the pancakes Ignis had made. "Morning," he said, testing the waters.

"Good morning," said Ignis, handing him a plate of pancakes. The hot syrup and butter gave off steam in the cool air.

Gladio and Noctis mumbled a good morning with mouthfuls of pancake. That was normal, so he guessed he hadn't woken them. Thank goodness for that.

Gladio looked a little worse for the wear though. Prompto guessed the bodyguard was regretting the second or third helping of liquor this from last night. Nothing a potion wouldn't cure.

Sitting down across from Noct he cut off a wedge of his pancake and held it up to his mouth when he locked eyes with the prince. He was giving him the same, faintly glowing look he'd given him in his dream. Then, painfully slowly, he licked the syrup he'd spilled on his fingers off. Maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Oh my gods, thought Prompto as he felt his face grow hot.

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I'm on a writing roll this week. I'll probably add another chapter to this, but let me know what you think so far. -^_^-