Chapter Text
(Takes place during Chapter 3 of Death Fears Not the Reaper)
Iris, as usual, was at her computer when Gladio knocked on the door of her bedroom. It was already cracked, so he let himself in and waved in greeting as his sister turned to face him.
“Long day?” she smiled sympathetically, folding her arms over the back of her chair. Gladio nodded and handed her a small slip of paper.
“Something like that. Got a bit of a recon project if you’re up for the job?”
“Always!” She took the paper, unfolded it, and read the single word scrawled across in black ink. “Prompto…. What’s that?”
“ Who ,” Gladio corrected. “He’s a kid Ignis and I had a run-in with today. Caught him snooping around outside Noct’s place.” Iris’ eyes went wide and she gasped ever so softly - whether out of concern for the ohji’s safety or simply because she did that every time she heard his name, Gladio wasn’t sure. “Anyway, I was hoping you could dig up a little information about him for me. Last name, age, any aliases he might use. Y’know, online or whatever.” Yeah, that’s good. Nice and convincing.
Iris studied the letters on the paper for a moment, frowning in thought. “I’ll see what I can do, but with just a first name it could be difficult. Anything else you can give me?”
“Yeah. He looks a lot like the ass end of a chocobo. You’ll know him when you see him.”
Iris laughed at the visual image her brother had conjured up. “He sounds like a total dork,” she giggled. “This ought to be fun.”
“Thanks, piglet. I’m gonna go catch a nap, let me know if you find anything.” He grinned and ruffled her hair, then headed downstairs to his own bedroom.
He awoke an hour or so later to the sound of light tapping on his door. Iris came in wearing an unusually pink tint on her cheeks and fumbling with a notepad in between her hands. “Sorry to wake you,” she smiled -- awkwardly -- and tossed the notepad onto the blanket covering his lap. “Thought you’d want that info you asked for sooner rather than later.”
Gladio rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up. Still groggy, he groped for the notepad as he asked, “Yeah, cool. Find anything good?”
Perhaps he missed the blush deepen on her cheeks, but her reply as she shuffled on her feet certainly caught his attention. “Well, yes, and no. His name’s Prompto Argentum. Turned nineteen a few weeks ago. A-and….” She stopped there, the rest dying on her tongue. Her brother quirked an expectant eyebrow.
“And?”
“...He goes by ‘QuickSilver15’ on a couple different sites. Y’know, the kind you have to be eighteen to sign up for?”
Oh. Throat feeling suddenly dry, Gladio glanced down at the notepad and pieced the rest together from the address Iris had scribbled down for him: seventhheaventwinks.es
Ohhhh.
“Hey, uh, thanks. Look, this is…. I mean, he’d be real embarrassed if this got out so, uh….”
“Y-yeah, no, totally! I won’t say a word.”
“Good. Um. I’m just gonna go back to sleep, if that’s….”
“Yep. See ya.” Iris waved quickly and slipped back out into the hall without another word. Or her notepad. At least she was polite enough to close the door behind her.
Not necessarily the most awkward moment they’d ever shared, but certainly pretty high on the list.
But that could wait. Gladio stared down at the information between his fingers like it were made of gold, and as soon as he was certain Iris was out of range he swiped his laptop from his desk and kicked his blankets to the end of the bed. His fingers hesitated above the keyboard for only half a second before typing in the link and diving face-first into the dangerzone.
The homepage immediately confirmed his suspicions -- it was a cam site, where members uploaded sexually explicit videos taken from their webcams for a percentage of the earnings based on the number of subscribers they pulled in. As the name implied this one was exclusively videos of men for men; luckily, Gladio considered himself exceptionally open-minded. After navigating his way to the members’ lists, he typed ‘QuickSilver15’ into the search bar and let out a low whistle when Prompto’s face popped up plain as day at the top of the profile.
Gladio’s heart thudded. No mistaking that bright yellow tuft or those doey blue eyes, not after he’d practically etched them into his memory that afternoon. And at least this site explained the photos on the kid’s phone, even if it begged the question of why someone as easily-flustered as him would willingly bare himself to strangers online. Especially with -- and Gladio balked when the saw the number -- over three dozen videos already posted to his page. Ohhhhhhhhh.
Yeah, he should probably stop, leave things right where they were and let his boss’ son’s friend live his private life in peace. He should , but he was, after all, only human. And he’d already seen so much already….
The first video (labeled “Guest Sample” -- the rest were pay-to-unlock only) was about four minutes long and had already gotten close to a thousand hits. Impressive, but he was understandably more interested in the content as he clicked the play button on the screen.
Prompto’s bare chest was all he could see at first. The blonde finished adjusting his webcam and pulled back to reveal a modest set up; he was sitting cross-legged on his bed (much like his current audience) wearing nothing but loose grey sweatpants and a shy smile. Nervously, he ran his fingers back through spiky blond locks and shot the camera a wink.
“Hey, guys. Um, if you’re seeing this, then I guess, um, welcome to my page. Name’s Quicksilver, uh, I’m eighteen.” An awkward laugh, followed by, “Sorry, I’m new to this, and I guess you only get one video to check me out, so…. I’m just gonna jump right in.”
Gladio’s breath hitched somewhere in his throat. He was suddenly very certain he shouldn’t be watching this, but his hands refused to cooperate. Eyes widening, he could only stared as Prompto leaned back into his pillows and tugged his sweatpants down over his hips. Under those, a pair of green boxers (with what appeared to be tiny cactuars printed all over them) and the outline of the skinny blonde’s already-hard cock.
Maybe he’d been caught too off-guard that afternoon by the existence of the photo itself to notice, but he certainly didn’t recall Prompto being so... big . The length and girth of him as he began to stroke himself through his underwear contrasted with the rest of his body, all narrow cheekbones and scrawny limbs as he was, and Gladio found himself unable -- unwilling -- to look away.
Deft fingers peeled down the hem of those boxers until the pink, leaking tip of Prompto’s cock was just visible. Every time his fingers brushed over it, he let out a soft whimper and flashed his bright, blue eyes directly at the camera. After the third time, Gladio swore and went for his belt. By the time he’d got his hand in the front of his own pants, the Prompto in the video had pushed his boxers down to his thighs and was jerking himself off with enthusiasm.
“ A-ahhh ,” he moaned, and Gladio’s speakers hummed with the bass of it. “This feels so good…. Do it with me .”
“Way ahead of ya, kid.” Gladio licked his fingers once for good measure and freed his own cock completely from behind too many layers. Before long, he was moving his hand along his hard length at the same pace as the blonde on the screen.
Prompto moaned again. He said something, but his breathy voice was distorted by whatever shitty microphone he was using. A moment later, however, he was kicking off his boxers and pulling his knees up to his chest; he new position gave the camera a perfect view from the cock straining between his thighs right down to the small, pink opening of his ass. Gladio glanced at the time on the video -- still only at two minutes thirty seconds. A hungry growl left his throat. Do it .
He’d seen the photo, he knew what Prompto looked like with his fingers inside himself and his face twisted in pleasure. But to watch it, to hear the unbelievable sounds he was making as he fucked himself and tugged his cock, writhed on the mattress and chewed his lip and flushed until his freckles stood out like dark stars all over his skin…. It was too much. Gladio came hard into his fist long before the four minutes were up, panting and shuddering, his gaze never leaving Prompto’s on his screen.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized with a sigh that he wasn’t going to be able to give Iggy shit about his little crush anymore.