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They kissed for the first time on their first New Years where both of them were out of Hypersleep. It wasn’t anything grand, and Gordon was shocked that Warren was the one to initiate it. But still, he did, and that led Gordon into a spiral of joy and anxiety after the fact. But in the moment he still kissed back, not even able to remember the last time he kissed another man. Still he leans into it, and lets Warren press his long thin fingers against the softness of Gordon’s cardigan and chest, letting the man lead in whatever he wanted.
The second time it was Warren again, but smaller and quick. They were in the kitchen of a now probably horribly outdated Red Valley farmhouse. Warren had walked up to him and said something to get Gordon to turn to face him for a moment, and there he stole the kiss, a swift peck on the mouth, before Warren went to the fridge for something. It makes Gordon confused, but it also makes his heart speed up and his face warm and happy. They should talk about this, but Gordon also doesn’t want to deal with that sort of talk. He just wants to kiss Warren some more, now that he apparently can.
And so he does. The next time it’s him who initiates it. It’s later in the evening, just the two of them, it’s comfortable and quiet and warm. Warren has his feet shoved under Gordon’s legs and is curled up against the larger man. He’s reading something and Gordon is trying to keep his cool. He feels like a teenager like this, it’s nice. Comfortable. So he takes Warren’s face in his hands and pulls him into a slow kiss, tilting the other man’s head back and holding him so gently. And Warren makes a soft noise into Gordon’s mouth, something that Gordon will keep in his memory for a while. Warren pulls Gordon on top of him on the couch they’re on. Probably not the best idea for them both, but they both ignore that fact and just spend the next hour making out like teenagers before they’re too tired to do anything but get up and go to bed.
Gordon kind of hates sleeping in the same bed with Warren. Okay that’s a bold face lie, but the man hogs blankets and takes up more space than Gordon himself. Except for now, when it’s early morning and Warren tucks himself under Gordon’s arm and presses himself as close as he can. Like he’s scared that something will happen and Gordon will disappear in a matter of seconds if Warren isn’t touching him. And Gordon just wraps him up in his arms, holding him tight and letting his lips stay connected to Warren’s forehead, his eyes closed as he tries not to think anything bad as well. There’s so many things going on in his brain at the moment that he wants to say, but he keeps them to himself, neither of them want to talk right now, even if things should be said.
It’s some time later, the two of them are dozing in bed still. They don’t have much to do at the moment, so staying in bed longer is perfectly fine for the two of them. Warren presses his fingers under the thin shirt Gordon wore to bed, pressing his fingers against the fat of Gordon’s stomach and kisses him deeply. They fall into something more there. And Gordon wants to ask Warren if he’s ever been with a man like this, but it falls from his brain as Warren continues kissing him like his life depends on it.
Warren, after that, takes every chance he gets to kiss Gordon. Which surprised Gordon, he didn’t expect Warren to be that type, but here they are. If Warren enters a room and Gordon is there and it’s just the two of them, he’ll kiss him. Sometime it’s a quick peck on the mouth, other times it’s something more and he’ll press Gordon up against whatever nearest wall there is and ravage his mouth before turning and leaving, like that didn’t just fucking happen.
And they do end up talking about it, but it’s after some time. It’s awkward and both of them avoid one another a little bit after the talk. But in the end it was for the best. Warren talks about how he’s always been into anyone, it didn’t matter to him honestly, but he’s never really been with a guy before. Too much baggage in the end. Gordon talks about an ex from college, the only reason the two of them split was because his ex was going to medical school or something like that. He tells him about the one woman who made him question his sexuality and they have a good long laugh about it.
Gordon will lay awake at night sometimes, with Warren curled against his chest feeling smaller than he actually is, and run his fingers through the man's ginger curls. It’s thinning slightly these days, and more gray is becoming streaked through it. He’s also gaining weight, which he doesn’t notice much, but Gordon does. He can tell that it’s happening because Warren is comfortable, he feels safe and content for the first time in so long. And when Warren finally notices the extra fat on his stomach and hips, as he’s poking and prodding himself in the mirror one day, he looks back at Gordon who’s watching and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners with how happy he is at the progress.
There’s times where they don’t get to do much, because others are around and neither of them are super into PDA, but there’s still moments where they’re sitting close together, where Warren will have his pinky finger brushing Gordon’s hand. And Gordon will see someone, usually Hester, out of the corner of his eyes and can see her giving the two of them a soft smile, a faint sadness there, but it’s still happy. He’ll kiss Warren’s cheek when no one is around, just to keep his thoughts from sliding somewhere else.
Gordon will sometimes think about the possible future they could have together, after they destroy Red Valley, if they make it out of it all. It’s hard being optimistic, but fuck it, he has to be at least a little bit. He’ll think about it when he’s alone or Warren is asleep, facing away from him but Gordon spooning him from behind. He’ll think about a possible future for the two of them and what that might bring, what they would do in that future, how this would continue. What would become of it all. It scares him at the same time, but he focuses on the faint spark at the end of their dark tunnel. Someone has to.