[Uh, what? No now, wait a minute... Gladio wasn't prepared for this. When he was told to shut up he did exactly that. Sure he could have, and might have, snapped back if they'd been anywhere else. But there was something about Tony's tone that had Gladio obeying in a moment.
But instead of an explanation, he was grabbed. In a way that was very familiar to him... but in a different world. And it had been him doing the grabbing and then...
Warm lips on his. Warm, strange lips...
Lips he should have pulled away from. He even imagined himself doing it. He would move his hand and gently push back on Tony's chest, putting distance between themselves. He'd apologise. He'd feel guilt. He'd feel regret. Maybe later even kick himself. But all it would take was that first move. All he needed to do was move his arm. Gladio made himself do it. Made the arm around Tony's waist lift and move up. And if his fingertips grazed skin as he did Gladio wouldn't admit to it.
Right. Hand up, now just press against Tony's chest, just like he imagined himself doing...
No... No too high. His hand had kept moving, lifting higher to... what? Slap Tony? No, Gladio didn't want to do that! That was a bad reaction. That was...
... Gladio's hand found it's way to cupping Tony's cheek. Instead of pulling back he was leaning into it. There's been a hesitation, Gladio hadn't known if he was going to return the kiss or not. By rights he should have pulled back, rolled out of bed and walked out of the room. And yet he hadn't. He didn't. Couldn't. He kissed Tony back.]
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But instead of an explanation, he was grabbed. In a way that was very familiar to him... but in a different world. And it had been him doing the grabbing and then...
Warm lips on his. Warm, strange lips...
Lips he should have pulled away from. He even imagined himself doing it. He would move his hand and gently push back on Tony's chest, putting distance between themselves. He'd apologise. He'd feel guilt. He'd feel regret. Maybe later even kick himself. But all it would take was that first move. All he needed to do was move his arm. Gladio made himself do it. Made the arm around Tony's waist lift and move up. And if his fingertips grazed skin as he did Gladio wouldn't admit to it.
Right. Hand up, now just press against Tony's chest, just like he imagined himself doing...
No... No too high. His hand had kept moving, lifting higher to... what? Slap Tony? No, Gladio didn't want to do that! That was a bad reaction. That was...
... Gladio's hand found it's way to cupping Tony's cheek. Instead of pulling back he was leaning into it. There's been a hesitation, Gladio hadn't known if he was going to return the kiss or not. By rights he should have pulled back, rolled out of bed and walked out of the room. And yet he hadn't. He didn't. Couldn't. He kissed Tony back.]