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I know what to do! (Noctis spits back. The last thing he needs is to cause Peter any more damage. He's gotta be there for Prompto, and for whatever stupid reason this guy wanted to come back in this mess to help others. Noctis could have done it just fine! He worries over Peter's leg, he worries over getting them both out as soon as they can. He worries there there's going to be another explosion and both of them are going to get hurt.

But fuck, if Peter was lost in all of this, on Noct's time - how would he ever explain that to Prompto?

He manages to tear the bed sheet into strips and he pours some water over Peter's leg before he begins to wipe at it. Then he thought to himself: this was hell, even if Peter does die he'll come back again. Beneath those thoughts, however, were uncomfortable spikes of attraction. Peter had a lot of positive qualities about him which Noct found attractive. Even his damn stubbornness, though when it was anchored onto Noct the prince didn't much care for it. Still, outside of those situations he liked how Peter felt like Ignis at times. Caring, nosey, bossy, and directive.)

[He lets out an amused huff, closing his eyes to let Noctis do his thing. Anyway, the prince's emotions are a little overwhelming. There's a lot of worry going on in the young man's heart. Peter's eyes open when he feels that spike of attraction.

He stares at Noct. Yeah, he felt lust when they were making out, but this is a different situation. Peter can't deny he's a little attracted to Noct, too.

Once Noct is done with the bandage, Peter runs his fingers over them]

That feels good. I don't know how long it'll take to heal, so I guess I have to sit the rest of this rescue mission out.

[Normally he wouldn't, but he doesn't want Noct to worry more. This is one time he doesn't want to start a fight with the other]

(Noctis felt his actions gave him the reward of feeling useful. He had many endless days and nights here where he couldn't and didn't do anything for anyone. Even more events where he did just for himself. So, taking care of Peter and being the one to protect him, care for him, and dress his wounds made him feel like he had a purpose again.

Just like he felt outside of the hotel looking in at all the chaos. If he could do something good here, if he could save people and demons from the explosions then it would bring meaning to his existence here in Hell. Friendships were always something he craved and depended on so he endeavored here to make friends and he had met some really great people here. Some have gone and some are still around. He couldn't dwell on those that left, he knew that then but he's able to be in a better head space about it now. What mattered were those people who remained, and more so those now who needed help.

Noct takes a step back to watch Peter inspect the bandages with his hands. He's feeling less panicked about Peter's injury now that it's all wrapped up. The comment gets Noct to snort and he brings his eyes up at Peter and shakes his head.) You and I still need to get out of here. You can't sit out just yet.

Fine.

[He reaches for Noct, pulling him in close. He needs the close contact to teleport them away. Peter closes his eyes to bend the space between where they are and a safe distance away.

But after nothing happens for a solid minute, he gives up the effort]

Could you do that warp thing and get us out? I can't move us.

[Apparently Hell wants to force him into relying on Noctis He tries not to be annoyed]

(He wasn't sure what Peter was doing as he was pulled close. Though, after a moment - when nothing happened - Peter releases him and leaves him a bit weirded out. He rolls his eyes with a huff over his lips before he pulls Peter in to lean on him. He manages to get them to a window. After careful navigation, Peter and Noct both are on the windowsill and he thwarts them both forward into a warp toward the ground. Though, it doesn't end there, he continues to warp them forward, further and further away from the hotel.

They're a good fifty to eighty feet away from the hotel before Noctis stops and settles both himself and Peter against the wall of a quiet building. He's exhausted and his grip on Peter loosens as he catches his breath.)

I don't know where... to go.. that's safe.

Sometimes you just have to go with the one that's good enough.

[He's lived in a shitty place long enough to figure that out. And where they are now feels "good enough" for him. Nothing is on fire or threatening to collapse, so it'll do while he heals.

But there's still the question of what Noctis is going to do]

Hey. Could you... stay here until I'm healed? I may need someone to keep me from getting into trouble.

[He says it jokingly even if there's a layer of truth in the words]

... Right.

(He hesitated, what he wanted to say was he'll call Prompto over but he didn't. Instead he found himself responding to the request out of a selfish expectation that Peter actually really did "need" him and asked for "him" over asking for Prompto. That thought made his belly warm and his head light. An unfair arousal raises the hair on the back of his neck and warms the blood beneath his flesh. He takes in a long breath and holds it before he nods.

He moves to Peter and helps the other off of the wall and toward the door that leads inside the building. The inside was dimly lit and it looked like a small lobby to a business office. There was a reception desk, unmanned, and a few waiting areas with couches and chairs. There were a few doors inside as well that likely led down the hallway to offices, and a stairway next to a pair of elevators. Noct opted to get Peter to the couch.)

I can track down some water, maybe something to eat .. you lost a lot of blood, could help..?

[Peter takes in a sharp breath. He feels that arousal. He really should detach from Noct's emotions before he acts on them like he did during that make-out session. Peter wets his lips thinking about it but quickly focuses on the present before he goes too far down that road.

He settles on the couch when Noct guides him there. Everything is pretty wrecked but it's at least somewhat safe here. Like he said, it's good enough]

Yeah, that's fine. Sugar is good if you can find it, but I'll take anything. Thanks.

[Plus he won't feel what Noctis is feeling if they get some distance, and that's probably a good thing right now]

(He left Peter quickly to find something the other could chew on as well as some water. Getting the guy some pants was sort of an afterthought but that wasn't the most important thing right now. He helped himself through a locked door by busting it down and went through the hall to find what he suspected early as more offices. He came back to Peter a few minutes later with a bottled water, a box of chocolate, and an afghan throw. It was better than nothing he figured.)

Here. (He offered the items to Peter before he sat down next to the other. His thoughts circled back to the shared kiss, Prompto, then to the bombings outside.)

[Peter can’t keep his thoughts away from Noctis. Mostly worrying about the other, but still. He smiles in relief when Noct comes back. He eats one of the chocolates right away.

Noctis’s thoughts are not helpful. Peter just ends up thinking of the kiss, too. He needs the focus away from that]

You shouldn’t worry about me so much. I’ll be fine in a little while, and then I can help you some more.

What? No, I'm not letting you get back in there.. and what's a little while? You have a hole through your leg!

(He gestured to Peter's leg, his eyes remain on Peter's own. He had a look of disbelief to his expression before he shakes his head and waves his hand. He settles both hands on his thighs and moves to lean himself back against the couch. It felt cozy. The fire burning through the hotel brought the ambiance of campfire but it was much more ominous than that and Noctis was only reminded of the horror that was happening outside.

He was injured too, but nothing like Peter. He had a few scrapes and bruises and he honestly couldn't feel them at the moment. It only just hit him just how exhausted he was once he got comfortable against the couch.)

You're not letting me? Noctis, if I wanted to, I could easily overpower you. In fact, I remember doing just that before.

[Why is he picking a fight with Noctis? Mostly to distract them both from what's going on, but also to distract him from how close Noctis is and the fact that Peter isn't wearing pants and the direction his mind takes this information]

(Noct can only sigh at Peter's words. He, of course, can't quite recall a time that Peter "overpowered" him, but there's some defensiveness that rises up in his chest and makes him feel uncomfortable enough to deny it:)

Shut up, nothing happened I didn't want to happen. (He straightens his head and looks over to the other. His eyes lower to the other's mouth. He recalls the way Peter held him and those lips so eager against his own.)

[Well, that didn’t work at all. He wets his lips again]

Yeah, but would you want it again?

(The way Peter moistens his lips alongside the inquiry absolutely brings Noct to think about the heated kiss between them. It wasn't just a kiss either, he felt attraction, genuine attraction from himself and from Peter -- which, of course, could just be wishful fucking thinking.

Noct concluded it was wishful thinking, however, because of Peter's words after the fact: You'll have to kiss anyone who gets trapped under there with you.. He felt played, hurt even, because while he was absolutely lusting over Peter, the other was just using Noct to free himself from the trap. Which was why his answer was:)

No, I don't. (However quite untruthful.)

You’re not a very good liar.

[He needs to change the subject, or at least get Noct to move. The other is so close it wouldn’t take much for them to start kissing again]

I think you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.

[Either he’s making this better, or worse. Who knows]

(His brow furrows and he looks over Peter's face. There's a bit of hesitation before he speaks. Only because he's not sure if Peter's fucking with him or if the other's genuine about the desire to kiss him. Either way, a spike of arousal moves through his body and warms his face. He feels an uncomfortable tension in unison with that arousal that's spiking the heat in his body.)

Do you?

[He feels that arousal and swallows, trying to focus on his own emotions]

Noctis, I was humping you against the wall last time. Of course I want to kiss you.

(That spikes his arousal for sure. Noctis holds his breath and shifts on the couch. His hand moves to his thigh where he squeezes himself just above the knee. He can feel an uneasiness coil in his gut and he looks at Peter's lips again.

It was good, real good. Peter felt amazing and Noctis was incredibly ready for more than just a little humping. It was so intense, so powerful, then it .. stopped.)

Why'd you stop, why'd you let me leave thinking the only reason you kissed me was to get free from the mistletoe?

[It would be better for him to stop listening to Noctis’s thoughts and knowing his feelings, but Peter won’t]

I was tempted to fuck you. I didn’t think I should. And if I tried to stop you, we probably would’ve fought, and I would’ve wanted to kiss you again.

But here we are getting along and I still want to kiss you.

(Okay, that was honest. Noct focused on the thought that their animosity was a turn on for the both of them. He shifts in his seat again and pulls his hand up from his knee to the top of his thigh. He looks over at Peter's lap, where the afghan blanket was. He swallows and pulls in a breath before his eyes focus down to his hand on his thigh.)

Well, I don't want you kissing me.

(He was being obstinate for no reason. Peter called him out earlier about being a liar. He still was.)

I wasn't going to. You're more than welcome to kiss me, though.

[He knows that Noct is lying, but he's not going to force a kiss on the guy]

(He scoffs and squeezes his thigh. He looks at Peter and with a harsh tone.) Shut up.

I'm not going to fucking kiss you. (He felt irritated, mostly because he did want to kiss Peter and he definitely wanted Peter "humping" him against the wall again but.. no, this was ridiculous.

What about... Prompto? His friend came into mind, for the first time (or at least he focused on the blond for the first time since thinking about Peter) and he considered that he'd already crossed the line.

Yet, that also made him want to do more with Peter. He wanted to cross that line, he wanted to be more desirable than Prompto.. he was jealous.)

Okay.

[He pulls the blanket out of the way to check on his wound. It looks better but still not as healed as he would like it to be. He lets out a growl]

I hate sitting around like this. I want to get back out there.

(Okay.. Okay? Noctis stares at Peter in disbelief. Just "okay" nothing more? No resistance, no further conversation, no requesting for a kiss, just "okay." Then, not only that, but to just casually move on like they weren't just talking about kissing.

Noctis inhales then exhales with:)

You really are messing with me. Aren't you? All this time I thought I was the one in control, but I'm not. Am I?

I'm just some sort of puppet to you, aren't I? Just toying along with me, making me feel this shit and doing nothing about it.. You're a real jerk.

Second of all you're not going anywhere, you already got hurt so stay out of it!

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