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Gillion and Chip were walking down the still-busy streets, making their way towards the docks to find their ship.
They were quiet, content to walk the streets, filled only by the natural ambiance of drunken citizens and the sound of the sea.
Chip was too distracted by the man beside him to notice the people in front of him until he walked straight into them.
They were a large person, easily 6'4, and they looked like they could snap Chip's bones like they were nothing. Chip backed up, plastering on a fake smile, "Heyyy buddy-"
They scowled down at them, "Get out of the way, pipsqueak," They growled, glaring daggers at Chip, ignoring Gillion completely.
"Yup! Currently getting out of the way, haha," Chip continued to back up, mentally making note of all possible exits.
The person's expression twisted into one of confusion, "Did… Did you just say 'haha'?" With a huff, they shook their head and glared down at Gillion, who was opening his mouth to say something that would more than likely piss them off.
Before he could say anything, though, Chip grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an alley, rushing to get out of sight. Once they were in the alley they stopped, kneeling and using the cover of the shadows to obscure their figures.
Gillion started to speak, only for Chip to slam his hand over his mouth, placing a finger in front of his lips in the universal symbol for 'be quiet'.
Gillion's eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he obeyed, remaining silent. After a few tense moments spent in silence Chip let out a relieved sigh, "Thank fuck they didn't follow us,"
Chip's hand was still covering Gillion's mouth, so he did the logical thing, and licked it.
Chip recoiled, "What the fuck, Gill?!" Chip whisper-shouted, looking at Gillion in bewilderment. "Why would you do that?"
Gillion shrugged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "It seemed like it would be effective," He said simply, oblivious to the blush dusting Chip's face.
Chip sputtered, letting out a string of muttered curses under his breath. His heart was racing against his will, both from the adrenaline, and the fact that Gillion just fucking licked him.
Chip leaned his head against the brick of the alley, laughing at the ridiculousness of his thoughts for a moment before returning to his feet, brushing his hands down his pants in an attempt to brush off the dust.
Gillion followed suit, adjusting his collar so it laid flat once again as he spoke, "I could've taken them, Chip" He seemed almost… annoyed, as if Chip took some great opportunity from him.
Chip huffed out a laugh, "I know, Gill. But fighting would just make us take longer," He explained, adjusting his sleeves slightly.
Gillion hummed, "I suppose you're right,"
Chip looked back over at Gillion and paused, sputtering at the sight of the man in front of him. Gillion was wearing his usual shirt, in fact, he looked like he always did, but something about the low light, and the tone of Gillion's voice changed things.
Sure, Gillion was attractive. Chip had admitted that to himself a while ago, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Chip shouldn't like him, not like this. He's his crew member, but more importantly, his friend.
Chip bit his lip in thought, turning away from Gillion so he couldn't realize what Chip was thinking about.
"Chip?"
Chip took a breath and swallowed, fuck it.
Chip spun around on his heel and met Gillion's eyes, taking a single step towards him, “Gill?” he asked, voice low, raspy as if he’d been yelling.
Gillion cleared his throat before responding, “Yes, Chip?” His voice was curious as he tilted his head to the side.
“I- Can I try something?” Chip asked, still refusing to break eye contact.
Gillion nodded, still looking rather confused, but trusting.
Upon seeing the man’s nod, Chip took a shaky breath before stepping forward once again, pushing Gillion to the wall gently and grabbing Gill’s wrists, pressing them to the wall above him. Chip reveled in the bewildered look Gillion gave him.
“Chip, What are you-?” He was silenced by Chip’s lips pressing against his own. It wasn’t romantic or pretty, unlike their previous kiss, it was a desperate kiss that left them both gasping for air.
It was unexpected, sure, but Gillion couldn’t say he was upset about it. He was far too caught up in the look on Chip’s face, his half-lidded eyes, his parted lips, even the way he was restraining him. It was intoxicating in a way unfamiliar to him.
Chip watched the man in front of him with fascination, he never thought he’d see the day where Gillion Tidestrider himself would be panting below him. The champion of the undersea, reduced to a flustered mess beneath him.
“God, I've been wanting to do that since that stupid puzzle room," Chip breathed and opened his mouth to speak more, but paused, instead opting to lower one hand from the man’s wrists and place it on his chin. He stroked the bottom of Gillion’s chin with his thumb gently and the man whimpered.
Chip’s breath stuttered, “Gill-?”
The man in question only flushed further, the dusty pink complimenting the green of his skin.”U-Uhm, my apologies, Chip. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable-”
Chip cut him off with a gentle kiss, “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, not at all.” He leaned in again, flicking his tongue against the man’s lip gently, using his gasp to gain entry to the rest of his mouth.
Gillion melted into it, allowing Chip to lead while his heart raced. Gillion gasped when he felt Chip’s knee pressing gently against his thigh, and Chip took that opportunity to push Gill’s head to the side and kiss gently at his neck.
Gillion bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the noises that threatened to spill from his lips. And it was successful, until Chip bit onto the nape of his neck, that is. He cursed lowly into Chip’s ear, and the noise made Chip shiver.
Chip only took Gillion's noises as encouragement and began biting onto the man’s skin harshly, kissing above where he bit, soft reassurance between the assault of his bites. "Chip-'' Gillion started, "God,”
A smirk spread across Chip's face, "Hm? What was that, Gil?" He asked from between bites.
"I- You’re so perfect, Chip," Gillion said, his voice laced with fondness he didn’t know how to express in any other way.
Chip froze at Gillion’s words and for a moment, Gillion feared he had said something wrong, but his worries were quickly dampened by Chip’s hands on the sides of his face, fingers brushing over Gillion’s skin.
Chip had pulled back from Gillion slightly and was now looking at Gillion with a gentle smile, unbidden tears slipping down his face.
Gillion wrapped his newly-freed arms around Chip's neck, weaving one hand into the man's hair. He pulled Chip into a hug, adjusting himself so he could run his fingers through the man's hair.
His hair was much softer than Gillion would have thought, considering the effects that extended exposure to seawater can have on hair, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise.
Chip hummed into Gillion's neck contentedly and moved his arms to wrap around Gillion's shoulders. He was practically purring from the touch alone, eyes closed in utter relaxation.
Gillion smiled and continued to run his fingers through Chip's hair. "If I knew you liked having your hair played with this much, I would've done it sooner," Gillion hummed, a hint of a laugh in his voice.
Chip groaned something that was probably an insult, but his voice was too muffled to tell.
Gillion chuckled and scratched the top of Chip's head gently, careful not to hurt him.
"Chip?" Gillion started, continuing his soft motions through Chip's hair.
Chip murmured his acknowledgment, barely even bothered by how easily he gave in, as most of his frustration melted away every time Gillion ran his fingers through his hair.
"Can I try something, Chip?" Gillion asked, and Chip could hear the smile in his voice.
"Sure-" He paused, "Wait, that's my line-" His protests were interrupted by Gillion pulling on his hair
Chip yelped and pulled back from Gillion instinctually, only stopped from falling by Gillion's hand on his neck.
Gillion waited a moment for Chip to fully regain his balance before adjusting his position to leave space between them.
"I'm sorry, Chip. I should have asked before doing something like that-"
Chip interrupted him with a deadpan expression, "You literally did."
"But I should have-"
"Gill!" Chip shouted, lifting his hands to Gillion's cheeks, "It's fine."
"Are you sure?" Gillion asked, eyebrows pulled together in concern as he looked up at Chip.
"I- God fucking- I liked it, Gill," Chip said, tripping over his words as his face flushed further.
"Get a room!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from the opening of the alley, pulling them back to reality.
Gillion looked to where the voice came from, but there was no one to be found, "Hel-"
He was interrupted by Chip's lips pressing against his own gently, effectively shutting him up. After a moment, Chip pulled back and paused, as if he was hesitating on what to say.
"Gill, We gotta get back to the ship," Chip said, "Though I would love to stay here, We gotta check on Ollie,"
Gillion's eyes widened in realization and he started in the direction of the ship, grabbing Chip's wrist to pull him along.
"Wait!" Chip shouted, planting his feet onto the ground firmly in an attempt to stop Gillion.
It didn't do much, admittedly, but Gillion paused, turning around to look at Chip and tilting his head to the side, "Chip?"
Chip pulled his hand free from Gillion's grip, "We look like a mess, Gill," Chip walked over to Gillion and ran his fingers through the back of his hair, gently undoing the tangles that accumulated from being pressed against the wall.
Gillion stood still, allowing Chip to smooth out his hair. After a few moments, Chip pulled his hands back and patted gillion on the chest twice before separating fully, "Lookin' good, Gill"
"Thank you, Chip. Now, can we go?" Gillion asked.
"Yup, let's go," Chip walked forward, past Gillion and in the general direction of their ship, looking back briefly to make sure Gillion was following.