#writing moment..

Gay gay homosexual gay.

So I actually wrote something to go with this, and it is pasted below,,

Mature warning for making out and stuff, but nothing exceeds that. I tried not to be too descriptive, maybe I'll save it for somewhere else.

It is also a little over 900 words, so short, not peer-edited/beta read, and written WAAAAY past bedtime again. I have a more polished story in the works (that one will take awhile).

Ghost stiffens the moment Gilbert’s arms slide around his waist, with the warmth pressing close against his front. It sort of felt nauseating, which wasn't exactly ideal when your boyfriend's been waiting for a moment alone with you for days.

Trapped against the pillows and the steel headboard with nowhere to retreat, he felt just about every bit of Gilbert’s weight. And when Gilbert smiles and leans in closer, he turns his head away instead. His face burns and something begins to claw its way up the back of his throat as his nausea only worsened.

“Need me to stop?” Gilbert asks, unaffected by him suddenly dodging the kiss. He doesn’t push it.

Ghost clenches his jaw before answering with a clipped, “No.”

“Okay.. Is it.. This? Am I too close?” Gilbert murmurs, “I can let go if it’s too much for ya. You look like you’re gonna throw up all over me." His voice trails off, amused but loses energy near the end.

Ghost sighs. He doesn’t particularly enjoy that he’s this way. He so badly wants to give Gilbert everything he’s ever wanted, but all this affection and "being boyfriends" stuff was hard. He shifts, trying to get a bit more comfortable. Maybe it’d ease his anxiety.

“It’s fine just–never mind it.” He mumbles, squirming uncomfortably.

“Sure,” Gilbert says softly, “Oh, here, it would be easier if you can open your legs a little.” He hums, parting his boyfriend’s knees so he can press closer between them as to not put his weight on anything he shouldn't–like Ghost's legs that had been previously bent between them.

Ghost feels heat flare in his face as Gilbert presses closer. Too intimate! His mind cried.

“I think this is better, I hope.” Gilbert smiles innocently, unaware of just how frayed at the edges the other was becoming.

“I guess..” Ghost can only muster.

Gilbert to some extent know how stiff he was about these things, so he tries to be cautious every time despite how badly he wanted this, wanted him. He gazes at him for a moment and becomes pleasantly aware by the flush on Ghost’s face.

HIs hand rose and cupped the side of the other’s face in careful movement.

“Can I, uhh..” He chuckles awkwardly. Yes, he was typically the bold one for initiating things, yet words still failed him.

Ghost can’t speak, mouth opening a few times stupidly before finally choking out a small, “Okay.”

Gilbert only stares at him for a second longer before he surges forward. Their faces align awkwardly at first, and Gilbert pulls away, chuckling out a small apology before tilting his head a bit for a better angle. With his thumb pressing into the softness of Ghost’s cheek, he practically smushes their lips back together. 

It’s clumsy as their mouths fumble without a rhythm to follow, especially since Gilbert keeps pressing into Ghost’s lips too eagerly.

While Gilbert was reeling in the thrill of finally kissing him, a lot of things rose in Ghost all at once. Suddenly, he thinks he’s going to REALLY throw up this time, but unexpectedly, what comes out of his throat is a noise. It’s incredibly embarrassing, and normally he’d take it out on the nearest thing, however, whatever that was only made Gilbert press closer. He was nearly on top of him at this point!

Ghost’s breaths abruptly come in sharp and shaky through his nose when he remembers to breathe. His stomach flips as Gilbert makes a pleased humming sound against his mouth.

They shuffle a bit on the bed to get comfortable in this new position Gilbert seems to be pushing. Ghost’s legs are pressed into either side of Gilbert, while the latter has one hand braced against the headboard and the other on the pillows by Ghost’s head.

This causes their kiss to break as they breathe heavily. 

“Still okay?” Gilbert breathes out.

“If you keep talking, I’m kicking you off.” Ghost threatens, and hates how equally out of breath he sounds.

Grinning, Gilbert goes ahead and takes it as a yes, kissing him hard. He feels his nerves jolt when Ghost’s finally reciprocates fully by wrapping his arms around his neck, one hand going as far as sliding into his hair. Encouraged by his enjoyment, he parts his own lips to prod his tongue against Ghost’s mouth, to which opens after a few dizzy seconds.

Their tongues meet each other in an unpracticed slide. There’s really no sign of expertise from either of them as their open mouths and tongues met over and over. 

Ghost would normally cringe at such an offensive display, but he was too busy panting and gasping into the other man’s mouth.

The moment is ruined when Gilbert gets too ahead of himself and begins trailing messy kisses down Ghost's neck.

The kisses pressed into his sensitive skin makes Ghost jolt and yank Gilbert's head back by his hair. He nearly dies on the spot at the guttural sound that leaves Gilbert's parted lips. His heart races from feeling more than he's used to.

“Okay! Th-That’s enough!” He rushes out, too panicked and flustered to let it continue any longer.

Gilbert pants softly, needing a moment to come back from whatever rush that had gone through him seconds ago.

“Okay..” He mumbles, dazed.

“I.. Um.” Ghost swallows, unsure what to even say or do now. His stomach flipped just thinking about the kissing. He wasn’t expecting.. All of that, initially.

He frowns, staring at Gilbert’s dopey look and can’t help but smile a little.

“You’re so dumb.” He murmurs, barely recognizing his own voice laced with affection and shyness.

Gilbert grins in response, pulling off of him and nestling in next to him instead.

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Wanted to write Gilbert showing off his fire-breathing stuff to Ghost,, I wrote this while seeing double in my vision ok ,, this also means I only went over it once, so if there's any mistakes (Like reused words or typos) ignore it <3 It's comprehensible enough I think..

It isn't long, only a little under 900 words. Small warning for accidental suggestive wording and Ghost basically going "dont even" lol

To the 1 billion Ghost & Gilbert fans out there 😝

The sun shines brightly without a cloud in sight for miles, and in the backyard of a small home were two young men. Ghost was relaxed on the ground, arms behind his head for support and one leg crossed over the other. Gilbert stood nearby.

Ghost watched his friend fiddle with the spout of a red jerrycan and sighed quietly. He knew what the petrol was for, but never actually saw Gilbert do it in front of him ever since he explained his weird process of fire-breathing. It was still kind of unbelievable–and he thought Gilbert had been joking at first, but seeing him now proved not. 

“That can’t be healthy.” Ghost can’t help but say, both grossed out and a little concerned. 

He wasn’t as concerned as he probably should be. Gilbert was impulsive and could do stupid and crazy things, but he was an adult. It wasn’t his job to make choices for him.

“Nah, mate! I don’t actually swallow it.” Gilbert insists. He let go of the can to momentarily ensure that his box of matches were on him. His hands patted over the pockets of his cargo shorts, and sure enough they were indeed there.

“Still doesn’t seem like anything I’d ever put in my mouth..” Ghost replied dryly.

By the grin that formed on the other male’s face, Ghost knew he chose the worst possible wording. He scowled.

“Don’t try it.” He looked away, irritated by his audacity to even smile at something so childish, “You’re gross, I’m serious.”

Gilbert only gave a short chuckle. He was more fond instead of offended.

“Yeahh, I know..” He quickly changes the subject, “You ready?”

“I suppose I am, alright then,” Ghost reluctantly answers.

Gilbert doesn’t hesitate, lifting and glugging (but not swallowing) the petrol while Ghost tries not to gag at the sight. With his mouth now full, he holds it while taking a match out and ripping it against the gritty side of the match box, lighting it. The flame is mesmerizing to him, but what would happen next was even more than just mesmerizing. 

Keeping his thrilled twitching to a minimum, he holds the lit match out and blows the fuel from his mouth. The burst of liquid burned into an even bigger flame, giving the illusion that he’d breathed it.

Ghost’s eyes widened a tad bit in surprise, sitting up. He hadn't expected it to actually work, or be as cool as Gilbert explained it.

After the little show, Gilbert spat on the grass at the aftertaste and shook his head. He grinned, turning to his friend, proud.

“How was that then? Are you amazed?” He half-teased.

Ghost’s astonished look dropped quickly into a deadpan stare.

“It looked like it took 8 years off of your lifespan.” He responds dryly, never exactly the type to be enthusiastic about anything.

“It might have, but it was cool, wasn’t it?” Gilbert swatted his hand in the air. It was clear he had little regard for his own safety and health.

Ghost’s eye twitched. This guy.. He thought. Sighing heavily, his fingers picked at the blades of grass under him, before begrudgingly giving a proper answer.

“M’yeah, ‘s alright.” He mumbled.

“I knew you’d think it was awesome.” 

Gilbert tucked his matches back into his short pockets safely. He picked up the jerry can and held it out toward the sitting male, “Before I put this away, did you want to try it? It’s not as hard as it looks. It’s actually pretty easy! Just.. Don’t accidentally swallow it.”

Ghost frowned. He’d have to be just as insane as Gilbert was to even consider that..

“What? No.. Huh?”

“No? It’s really not that bad, plus, you smoke a lot, this is like.. Nothing.” Gilbert began walking to the side of the house. If his friend didn’t want to, he wasn’t going to pressure him.. Plus, more for him.

“That’s not the same thing–I don’t even know how that compares.” Ghost called back out. He didn’t move right away. He huffed through his nose quietly, thinking over the offer for a moment. He honestly wasn’t interested in putting fuel in his mouth and tasting it, as cool as the flames looked.

He also didn’t trust his own reflexes, what if he swallowed it the second it hit his tongue? He shuddered. Yuck.

Maybe there were safer alternatives? One that didn’t involve the risk of ingesting poison, then getting real sick and dying. 

He couldn’t think of any on the spot, but he’d pass it along to Gilbert if he learnt of any. Maybe he should do some research at the library and read those chemistry and science-y books. Ghost knew the basics of course, but he didn’t actually pay that close attention in school growing up.. Not when he’d spend half the classes planning his exits to avoid the bullying he’d get for being weird.

He bent and twirled a blade of grass he had plucked from the ground, lost in thought until Gilbert returned.

“You wanna go grab a bite before Gracie gets home from work?” Gilbert gestured back toward the old delivery truck in their driveway.

“I don’t think I trust you behind the wheel, but.. Okay.” Ghost got up.

And off they went.

Probably buying cheap food and drinks.