Despite everything

and Baelor blurts out "but you're hard, you clearly want to have sex" because before when they were first making out it was kind of evident

Dunk: yeah so? who cares? I want you to feel good more than I want to get my rocks off

Dunk: if I need relief, I've got my own hands 

Baelor: (thinking about Dunk jerking off) ummmmm

so like literally days of this where they go at Baelor's pace

which is embarrassingly (for him) snail-like because after about five minutes he gets freaked out every time

and has to go put his head between his knees and breathe

and the whole time Dunk is just... fine with all of it

and at some point Baelor is like why are you so patient, I'm being insane

and Dunk is like no offense but I've seen the psychosexual dynamics of your house for literally years

you are, if anything, refreshingly normal by comparison

but like slowly they make progress and every single thing they do is because Baelor asks Dunk to do it to him

like "put your hand on my shoulder" graduates to "put your hand on my hip"

the day Baelor tells Dunk to put his hand on his butt is a Big Moment

after they stop Dunk disappears for a minute and comes back with a bottle of some nice wine he knows Baelor likes

as a celebration

FF: ah so sweet

GUS: anyway this part's basically a montage of growing intimacy and Baelor's growing confidence/relaxation/desire

because along the way he realizes that part of his reluctance/fear/tension is actually a worry about his own appetites shall we say

because yes he's a Targaryen and he's SEEN what sex does to members of his family

so Baelor is getting a handle on his own feelings about what he actually wants

and at some point he asks Dunk why Dunk is fine with whatever Baelor does to him

(he realizes this pretty embarrassingly late in the game obv because: royal rich asshole)

and Dunk is like, well aside from the fact that you really haven't done much at all to me except for sometimes putting your hand on my chest, which I always tell you I like, I'm also very much in favor of anything you want to do to me

which gets to something about consent I've always thought was interesting, the sort of Ask Vs Guess in sex form basically?

where like Dunk respects that, for now, Baelor needs to explicitly ask for everything beforehand — not just that Baelor gives permission, but that it's at his instigation, if that makes sense?

whereas Dunk is like "if I don't like something I'll just say" which is WILD to Baelor

neither boundary is wrong but it's DIFFERENT

FF: yes!!!!!! very difficult to parse if youre repressed as fuckk

GUS: exactly!

like maybe this gets triggered by one time when they're kissing and Baelor grabs Dunk by the hair without asking

and then is immediately like "OH GODS I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT"

or like, the Baelor repressed version of that

FF: YA FR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how dare i feel normal human desires

FF: bad nasty nasty

GUS: and Dunk is like "it's okay to touch my hair"

oh man what if from then on Dunk tells Baelor explicitly every time they're about to make out that it's okay to touch him anywhere on his body

and Baelor is like "that's not possible, you can't just say anywhere, what if I touch you somewhere you don't like?"

because in Baelor's eyes that's the worst thing that can ever happen, that he does something Dunk doesn't want him to do

so Dunk rolls his eyes and is like fine you can touch every part of me except... idk the back of my left knee

and every time after that Dunk changes the body part

including some pretty inconvenient ones at times because Dunk is in his heart a bit of a little shit

so like one time Baelor can't touch Dunk's nose

or his right hand

or either side of his waist

etc

FF: Dunk your sillygames..

GUS: meanwhile they're still moving at Baelor's speed and Baelor still has to tell Dunk, explicitly, everything he wants Dunk to do to him

I think the fic ends with Baelor jerking off for Dunk and showing him what he likes, what he wants etc

with the implication that they're going to continue on at a very slow pace and with their own boundaries and it's happily ever after on their terms

FF: holding hands and running off into the sunset where nothing hurts and everythings nice

hell yeah brother

GUS: exactly

FF: i like it i like it, Jena in the background like man im glad youre getting normal thats great. fucking finally

sends him a letter like man im so glad youre finally happy big and sexually normal* 

*inverse of sad little pervert

GUS: lol right?

Baelor, annoyed, reads it to Dunk, who dies laughing

and Baelor tackles him into bed

THE END

FF: credits scroll music is burning down the house

im. an . or di na ry guy.

GUS: haha exactly

the tom jones version