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Chip bolted up from slumber. He was clammy. His hands were still gripping into the fabric of his hammock. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he tried to remember what dream had caused him to wake up so suddenly. The shameful memory was unlocked as he moved his legs slightly and felt what was between them.

"Shit.." he whispered lowly as flashes of the dream came back in his mind. Someone on top of him, hands in his hair, mouth on his neck.. He tried to remember if it was anyone in particular. He'd had wet dreams before, but a lot of the time, he couldn't put a name to the face. Sifting through his memories didn't seem to be helping, so it was probably no one.

Being around people all the time in the shared room in the bottom deck of the Albatross hadn't been the best for his constant hormones, but he'd managed to slip away when no one was down there, or just think the least horny thoughts he could when he'd wake up like this, but it had been a long time. Surely, he could be quiet enough not to wake Gil or Jay. With a hot face and shameful bite to his bottom lip, he reached down to his shorts.

After they were on the ground along with his undergarments, he stopped for a moment. What would they think if they found him? Jay would probably just call his gross and go back to sleep, but Gill? He had no clue how he'd react. Throw him out a window like he did with the people at the hotel? Well, he could probably live with that.

He reached down to his t dick and slowly started to rub circles into it. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he sunk into his hammock. Taking his other hand, he sunk a finger into himself while still rubbing. He wanted to get this over with quickly so he could go back to sleep.

Just as he was getting into it, the waves turned choppy and made his hammock sway, and the barrels slid to the other side of the room. Chip removed the hand from inside himself to stabilize himself as he gasped. Just as they came, the waves slowed. With a small sigh of relief, Chip started to continue before hearing, "Chip? Are you okay?"

Gillion, sopping wet from getting out of his barrel and.. well being Gillion glanced around the room. Fuck fuck fuck. "Uh, Yeah yeah I'm fine, Gil. Is Jay okay?" His voice cracked, and he could feel his face burn, "She's on lookup on top deck right now." Gil responded. He didn't sound fully convinced that Chip was fine, probably taking Chip's embarrassment as something else.

Chip was reaching to the ground and trying to feel for his shorts. He had already slept shirtless, and he really didn't want Gil to see him butt naked and dripping, "Are you sure you're okay? Did you fall?" Chip could hear the wooden floor creak under Gillion's feet as he walked over, "Yeah yeah yeah everything's fine. You should definitely go back to bed and not come over here!" Chip tried his best not to let his voice become squeaky with the lie, but it cracked again.

His frantic reaching for his shorts had eventually shifted him off balance so much that he did fall out of the hammock and hard onto the wooden floor with a thud. "Chip?" Gillion was rushing now. As Chip rubbed his head, he looked up at Gillion. The faint glow of his eyes illuminated his face enough for Chip's memory to be jogged.

It was Gil in his dream.

Fuck.

"What happened? Why are you.." Gillion flushed and covered his eyes with his hands. Chip was burning red, not just from being seen naked on the floor but at the memory of his dream, "Hey Gil." His voice cracked again as he finally grabbed his shorts, "Wanna help me up?" Chip slightly laughed as Gil peeked from between his fingers and reached a hand down for Chip to grab onto, "I didn't.. I.. I'm sorry." Gillion stuttered as he lifted Chip up with impressive strength.

"We're both just dudes hanging out it's fine." Chip tried to play it cool as his entire body weight was lifted with ease with one hand. Gillion, still a much darker blue in the face than normal, moved his hands away from his face slightly, only staring directly into Chip's face and nowhere else. "I just didn't realize.." Gillion started before looking away again. Chip smiled a little, sitting back on his hammock and putting his pants on, "Realize what?" He inquired, "NevermindIt'sNothingGoodnightChip!" Gillion started to turn around before Chip grabbed his hand.

"Well, you have to tell me now, or I'll curious forever!" He snickered, getting a but more comfortable now that he wasn't exposed. Gillion didn't pull away, "It's embarrassing. I just never realized humans looked different." He mumbled almost to himself. Chip cocked his head, confused, "You see me every day. Of course, we looooooo oooh.." he trailed off as he realized what he meant.

Gillion looked back at him as their hands disconnected. They both sat in awkward silence, staring at each other, "Well do you wanna get a better look?" Chip joked. Well, it was a joke to him, but Gillion didn't laugh. He blushed, "M-may I?" He whispered.

Chip froze. Did he actually just say that? Chip's silence made Gillion feel the need to explain, "I mean, it spoke about such things in Finn's book, but- I'm sorry I'll just -" As Gillion started to turn around again, Chip cut him off. "You can."

Gillion had never shown any interest in anything like this, so Chip just assumed it was different for Tritons, but the thought of the guy he'd been crushing on for months getting anywhere near his junk was intriguing, "You can if you want to. It'll be for science." Chip joked. Gillion smiled a little, but he was too embarrassed for anything more.

Chip reached for his shorts, pulling them down again, this time slower. He wasn't sure if Gillion knew the implications of what he was asking, so he didn't say or do anything that might make him uncomfortable. Gillion let his curiosity win over his burning face and looked back at Chip, all of him this time, "Woah.." he muttered to himself.

Embarrassment seemed to subside as he got onto his knees as to get a better look, "I'm a bit different than most human males, since I wasn't born one." Chip explained. He could tell Gillion heard him by how the fins on the side of his head twitched, but he didn't respond. They had spoken of him being trans before. Gillion had said that Tritons don't usually have assigned genders, and they are raised the same and usually grow into a certain gender whether it matches how they were born or not. He didn't bring anything up about his own gender though, and it made Chip just about as curious as Gillion seemed right now.

He reached a hand like he was about to touch him before seemingly remembered something and halting, "Can.. can I touch?" He asked slowly, peeling his eyes off of Chip's dick to look up at his face, "Yeah just be-" He was cut off by his own gasp as Gillion rubbed his fingers across his folds. He didn't know what to expect constant cool and wet hands to feel like, but it wasn't that, "b-be gentle.." he finished with a sigh.

Gillion nodded but didn't look back up at him. He went to explore. He rested his hand on Chip's inner thigh, using his thumb to caress Chip's cock. He seemed to note Chip's reaction when he did this, cause he kept doing it, "H-hey Gil?" Chip didn't want to feel this way if Gillion didn't know the implications of what he was doing. He knew that would be taking advantage of his naivety, and he wasn't that kind of guy.

Gillion stopped, taking his hand away, but not far, "I don't want you to.. to not know what this means. Do you know what you're doing?" Gillion furrowed his brow, "I don't know exactly how it is for humans, but Finn's book said something like this was an act of closeness between people. Is that right?" Chip nodded, "I guess that's technically right." He paused so he could sit up and be slightly more face to face with Gillion, "But usually it's not just.. buddies that do stuff like this." He tried to explain but felt his face start to get hot again, "It's kinda reserved for..." he avoided Gillion's intense gaze, "romantic occasions?" His voice got a little higher.

He didn't think tonight would be the night he'd be having this kind of conversation with Gil. Gillion flushed, "I can stop if you want me to." He said quickly. Chip tumbled over his words, "I mean, you don't HAVE to. If you want to stop then stop but like, I'm not stopping you." God, that didn't come out how he wanted it to. He quickly reiterated, "I mean, it doesn't have to be romantic. It just typically is."

He felt like falling into a pit and dying. This was the most embarrassing thing he'd ever have to explain. "Does it.. does it feel good?" Gillion asked, testing the waters. Chip nodded a little more aggressively than he meant to. "Then I don't see why not.." Gillion seemed to understand what was happening. Chip could tell by how coy he was being. Gillion would never be like that if it wasn't a situation like this.

"Sure, let's.. continue then." Chip laughed at little at how ridiculous this all was. Gillion returned his hand, slower and gentler this time. "In the Undersea, things like this are exclusively for mating purposes." Chip choked on his spit. "W-well that's.. no were not 'mating'." Chip rambled, "I mean humans mate to have children, but most of the time, they have sex just because it feels good." He explained, avoiding eye contact or even looking in his direction.

"Interesting. I've heard of people doing that, but I was taught it was shameful." Confliction flashed across Gillion's face. Chip knew he was thinking of the elders, no doubt. He wanted to take his mind far away from them.

"Here, if your goal is to make this feel good, try this." Chip pushed away Gillion's hand and replaced the uncoordinated movements with rhythmic stokes to his cock. He bit his lip before forcing himself to stop so Gil could try. Now more focused than curious, Gillion's fingers moved to copy the motion. He stroked harder than Chip had, but at about the same pace. It had been a really long time since he'd done anything to himself, let alone let someone else. Coldness on his dick was something he usually wouldn't call pleasant, but the stroking of the tritons fingers left him pleasantly surprised. It felt wonderful.

Chip let out a slight sound from deep in his throat, and Gillion paused, "What does that mean?" Chip had to think about what he was asking for a second. He also had to stop himself from rutting into Gillion's now motionless hand to chase after the lost friction, "It's good, noise means good. I'll tell you if I want you to stop or if I want you to do something else." He managed to get that out more coherent than he thought he'd be able to.

Gillion resumed slowly. Chip was holding back at much as he could. He knew it was possible for Gil to turn him into a puddle, but he held onto his pride. Gillion took note of this, though. "If it feels good, you can let that be known." He whispered. He sounded more sultry than Chip had ever imagined the great champion possibly could. Chip bit back a retort. "s' good.." he mumbled, barley auditable.

Just as Chip was about to say to speed up, he felt cold wetness on his inner thigh, then the surprising sensation a teeth. "Ah! Gil!" He meant for that to come out shocked or even angry, but his voice betrayed how good Gillion sucking a mark into his thigh felt.

With an audible pop, Gil let go of the skin and admired the reddening spot he left. Chip opened his mouth to ask, 'what the fuck' but Gil was already moving to his other thigh to do it again, closer to his cunt this time. Chip surprised them both when he whimpered.

"You liked that? Finn's book said-" "Please don't talk about your grandpa while we're fucking." Chip cut him off. Gil seemed to understand, getting back to work. He inched closer with every bite, leaving Chip squirming. He continued to stroke him, but he was clearly giving his attention to painting the inside of Chip's thighs with purples and reds.

After what seemed like years, Chip got the courage to place his hands into Gillion's mane of curls, "Here, please.." he muttered, guiding his head to face his cock. Gil looked up to meet Chip's gaze, seemingly asking for permission from the one who directly asked him. Chip nodded, and Gil moved his hand from his cock to his waist where the other one matched.

Chip knew he was small, but seeing huge hands wrap around his waist made him look even smaller. Before he could react to basically being held down, Gil's mouth was on him. He couldn't help but let out a moan as Gil's tongue lapped at his cock. Chip lifted one hand out of Gil's hair to cover his mouth. Gil seemed to trap him in his gaze, and he couldn't help but return it as much as he wanted to look away out of embarrassment.

"Fuck, Gil-" Chip cut himself off with a groan as Gil started sucking his cock instead of licking. Chip felt his back arch from the pleasure, and he knew he wouldn't last long at this rate, "Gil, Gil, I'm almost there." He had no idea if Gillion would know what that meant, but he didn't stop to ask questions. In fact, he started to go faster. Switching back and forth from sucking and licking, "Shit, shit, shit please please!" Chip unconsciously squeezed Gil's head between his legs as he teetered on the edge.

Finally, Chip felt his release. God, it was so good. His legs stiffened, and his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm hit him like a train. The hand that was in Gil's hair trembled with how hard he was gripping, but he had half a mind to check if it was hurting Gil. His drawn out moan turned into a whimper as he came down, but Gil didn't stop.

Overstimulation burned through him as he gasped, "Gil, enough stop." He whimpered. Gillion stopped immediately, looking up at the human with round worried eyes. "Are you okay? You said the sounds were good and-" "Yeah, yeah Gil I'm okay. Just need a sec." He mumbled, to busy coming down from his high to explain.

Gil pawed at the ground for a few seconds while Chip got himself together again. With a heavy sigh, Chip sat up. "Alright I'm good." He stated, still sounded a little out of breath. "Was that.. what was supposed to happen?" He whispered, eyes meeting with Chip's again. "Is that not what happens with tritons when they finish?" Chip asked, putting his elbows on his knees to rest his face in his hands. "I'm.. not sure." Gil looked away, flustered. "What? Have you never cum?" Chip asked with a small laugh.

"I..uh.. no." Gil answered slowly. Chip gaped at him. "What!? Never? I mean I assumed you were a virgin with all your champion stuff but you've never, like, just wanked one out?" Chip pushed himself forward to stare at Gillion in shock. Gil blushed harder, "It was never something I was interested in, until.." Chip swore he could see steam coming out of Gil's ears by how hot with embarrassment he was getting. "Never! Oh my God I don't think I could've lived this long without ever mastrurbating. That is insane." He would've kept going before he stopped, "Wait, until? Until what?" Chip asked quickly, curiosity hinted in his gaze.

Gillions face burned, "I'd never been interested in anyone sexually until I came to the oversea." He paused, thinking his words over carefully, "Until I got to know you.." he whispered. Chip barely made out what he said, but when he did, his heart did flips. He'd been crushing on Gil for months, just got eaten out by him, and now he's confessing?? The man of his dreams, literally, was between his legs telling him he was the first person he felt attraction too. Was he still dreaming?

Chip stared in pure shock, barley able to get words out, "M-me?" Was all he managed. Gil nodded, looking at the floor. "It's shameful." He muttered. "It is not! Fuck whoever has convinced you that you should be ashamed." Chip hissed. Grabbing Gillian's face with both hands and leaning him towards him he continued, "You're allowed to have feelings, Gillion Tidestrider, No matter what the shitty Elders say."

Their lips were already so close at this point, how could Chip not kiss him? Their lips let for the second time ever, and it was even more magical then the first. This time, there was no stupid door that had to be opened, or drowning Jay that had to be saved. Just them.

Chip felt a cold hand on his shoulder as Gil melted into the kiss. God, how did this feel just as good as having the soul sucked out of him through his dick? Mouths slightly open, lips dancing with one another, another hand moved to hold Chip's face. Sadly, it had to end. Chip drew away first. He opened his eyes to meet with Gillian's dazzled ones. Gil didn't have to speak for Chip to know he wanted another one.

Gil leaned in this time, not stopping when their lips met. Chip was leaned back into the hammock with Gil getting to his feet to pin him into it. This kiss was different, not sweet and innocent like before. When Chip felt the tongue on his lips, he parted them for Gil. He knew Gil's tongue was long from their earlier activities, but this was almost concerning. His tongue reached deep into his mouth, much deeper then any human could. He'd be weirded out if it didn't turn him on. God that's fucked up, He'd never thought too hard on how vanilla he'd be in bed, but maybe he was into some weirder shit than be thought.

He groaned into the kiss when Gil used one hand to roughly grab his face and bring him closer. As surprisingly pleasant as having a giant tongue stuck down his throat was, he still needed to breath. Chip pulled back, coughing when is mouth was suddenly empty. "Jesus, that shouldn't be as hot as it is." Chip muttered when his throat was clear.

When he met Gil's eyes again, he noticed his blown out pupils. Like a cat with chasing its favorite toy. "You okay there man?" Gil took a moment to respond, "Yes. It's just, nice to kiss you again." He responded, blinking as if clearing himself from a trance. Chip snickered. "You said you were a virgin before but jeez you seem like you know what you're doing." He said breathily. Gil's face darkened with blush. "I suppose it's natural talent." He answered, keeping Chip's humorous tone.

They both fell into a fit of laughter, Gil still pinning Chip to his hammock. After their giggles died away, Gillion sighed, "I guess we should go back to sleep if we want to get anything done tomorrow." He let Chip go, no longer pinning him down. He returned to his full stature. "Thank you for.. for educating me. Good night, Chip." Gillion didn't seem to know what to say when Chip stared back at him, mouth agape like he was trying to come up with a reason for him to stay. Chip couldn't find anything, "Alright.. night Gil."

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It'd been a week since whatever happened with Chip happened, and nothing had been the same since. Gillion had seen Chip in a different light, and now vague images of him crossed his mind at the most inconvenient times. While helping Jay clean the deck, flashes of Chip's desperate face, the bites left to the inside of his thighs, the taste of -"You okay over there?"

Jay's voice managed to snap him back to reality, "Yes. Apologies, I must've zoned out." He answered, forcing a cheerful smile as he resumed using shape water to help sweep away any debris on the ship. Deep down, he felt horrible for keeping anything from his co-captain, but he got the feeling that these matters were not to be casually shared.

"Well, we should be there by the end of the day. We can pick up supplies and maybe stay at a fancy inn! You could sleep in a tub instead of a barrel." Jay continued. They were heading for a small island in between their destination and their casting off point after seeing the state of their kitchen pantry and other general supplies.

A tub did sound nice compared to the cramped barrel he had claimed. "We have to be quick though, just one night. We mustn't get distracted." He reminded, the red-haired pirate nodding thoughtfully, "I know, Gil, but we deserve a little bit of nice rest every once in a while." Jay stopped her mopping and put one hand on Gillion's shoulder, "Just promise you'll at least try to relax? We've been through a lot lately, you included." Jay's eyes were soft and put Gillion's worries to rest, "I'll try." He promised.

Chip sat at the bottom deck enjoying the last apple they had on board. He was alone, sitting on the wooden counter of the kitchen area. Everything had been tense between him and Gil. They hadn't spoken of what happened between them that night. Gil acted no differently towards Chip, which made things so strange. You don't suck your best friend's dick and act like nothing happened afterward, right? It's not like Chip was experienced in anything that was happening, so how would he know.

He grumbled something unintelligible, letting himself lay flat on the table while his legs continued to dangle down. He hated this. All this tension he was feeling but seemingly had 0 affect on Gillion. He was either way to chill or way too good at acting like it.

"Land ho!" Chip rose again as he faintly heard Jay cry out from the top deck. He knew they were heading to a small island called Drewcott. He'd never been there before, but knew of it from maps and its famously calm atmosphere. It was a common stop for all types of seafarers and wasn't claimed by the navy yet. Perfect for a supply run.

The port was bustling with ships of various sizes. Luckily, no navy ships were spotted. It seems many crews had the same idea as them. The crew split up into a few groups to find everything they needed before the shops closed for the night. It was already sunset when they got there, and they knew a tame town like this would have stores closing early.

Everything was found relatively easily. Most of the crew started heading back to the ship with their haul, leaving the Captains to find an inn, "I call getting my own room. I'm sick of hearing you snore all night." Jay said, clearly talking about Chip. With an exaggerated gasp, Chip tried to pull the most offended face he could, "I do NOT snore." He defended, "and I don't want to share a room with you anyway. I'm getting a king bed all to myself for once." Just imagining it was heavenly. Not that he didn't like his hammock, but having a bed he could fully stretch out in and wouldn't rock with every wave would be a welcome break.

"Only if you're paying for it." Jay snickered, being fully aware of how little gold he had. Chip huffed, "Maybe a queen would do." He muttered, half joking. They eventually found a nice enough looking inn. It had their prices on their counter, and after digging through his pockets, Chip realized he couldn't even avoid a one person bedroom with a twin.

Jay paid for her room, leaving Gil and Chip without a word, only waving one hand without turning around. Chip scowled, starting to turn back to the door before Gil spoke up, "If we pool our gold, we could get a room with a queen and a tub." He offered. Chip perked up again, "Sounds good." He smiled back, thank the gods for Gil.

After they both placed their gold coins on the counter, the receptionist gave them a strange look before handing over the keys. Weird. As they made their way to the room, Chip started piecing it together.

Oh shit.

Just him. And Gil. Alone. For the whole night. After they'd.... Fuck. Chip fell silent as they walked, pausing the small conversation he and Gil were having. Of course, Gil noticed, "Are you alright, Chip?" He asked when they made it to the room without another word shared between them.

Chip answered a little too fast, "Yeah yeah yeah I'm good, Gil, just tired!" He smiled up at him, noticeably flushed. Gillian stared back for a moment before remembering that expression. Oh. More flashes of thoughts he didn't give permission to be in his mind. That same expression on Chip's face as they separated from an intense kiss. He was so small underneath him. He could probably do whatever he wanted to him. He liked to imagine Chip would let him.

Gillian blinked away impure ideas, "Yes. Me too.." he answered after a bit too long of a pause. "Then we'd better get inside." Chip took the key from Gil's hand, quickly opening the door. The room matched the rest of the inn. Rustic and comfortable. There was one bed, a queen, with a side table and a few chairs. There were two doors. Chip assumed that one was a closet and the other was the bathroom.

Without another word to each other, they went their separate ways. Gillion going towards the doors, and Chip heading to the bed. Chip flopped forward on the bed, letting out a huff of satisfaction at the softness of it. God, that was so much better than that stupid hammock. As soon as he got more gold, he was buying himself an actual bed.

As Chip got comfortable, he heard running water coming from the other room. A shower sounded so nice. Of course, they washed on the Albatross, but running water wasn't a luxury they had. He sat up, making his way over to the source of the noise.

"Hey Gil? Before you actually sleep in their can I grab a shower?" No response. He thought he'd been loud enough to hear over the water, "Gil?" He called a bit louder. Nothing. Now a little concerned, Chip opened the door, "You gotta get your hearing che-" He hard stop at the sight in front of him. Gil was facing towards the shower. It was the kind that had a tub at the bottom and a shower head. Gil was looking down, seemingly watching the tub fill before he turned to face Chip. The only thing was he didn't have his tell tell sleeveless shirt or the baggy pants that Chip often saw him in. He didn't have anything on.

He was toned, of course. You could tell that whether he was naked or not, the darker stripes Chip had only seen on his arms and face went all over his body. They went around his back and stopped at his chest and stomach and wrapped around his legs. He was littered with scars, varying in depth and size. He didn't have nipples, which made sense since he was a fish man, but he lacked something else as well.

Chip stared for maybe 5 seconds before yelping, "AH SHIT SORRY," and slammed the door in front of him. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is not what he needed to get his mind off what happened. This was exactly the opposite. Chip eyes stared wide at the floor, hand over his mouth.

Chip faced away from the door as he heard it creek open, "Chip?" Gil's voice sounded concerned. Chip refused to turn around, not knowing if Gil was decent or not ,"Y.. yeah?" His voice cracked as he pulled his hand away from his mouth. "You can take a shower if you'd like." He answered, his tone casual, "Nope nope I'm good! You do.. uh do whatever you're doing in there!" He tried to sound just as casual but his voice was shrill.

"If you're sure." The door closed again as Chip stiffly made his way back over to the bed. He sat down on it, staring at the floor. He couldn't help his brain from wondering to what he saw. Was Gil trans too? Is that just what tritons looked like? Wait if they all looked like that how did they- NOPE. Chip is done thinking for the day. Chip is done thinking forever. He needed sleep, or just not to be conscious.

Gil heard the bed creak outside a few seconds after he had closed the door again. It took him a few moments to register that Chip had seen him naked. Then a few more seconds to register that he never had before. Well at least they were even now. He felt his face burn, how long had be been staring? Did he.. like what he saw? Chip's reaction was pure embarrassment, so he wasn't able to tell.

He turned the facet off, and stared down at his reflection in the water. He had no idea what Chip would want to see, or how he compared. He sighed, getting into the tub and completely submerging himself besides his eyes. This was torture. He wished he could read Chip's mind, then he'd know exactly how to handle this situation.

First that night, and now this? How is he supposed to look at Chip the same. More images popped into his mind, things he knew didn't and wouldn't happen. He imagined Chip didn't stop at the door way. He looked him up and down and Gil knew he liked what he saw just by how he was looking at him. He imagined pushing him against the wall of the bathroom, biting into his neck as he desperately rutted against his leg. He'd make the same kind of noises he did before, maybe louder now that they were off the ship and didn't have to worry about the crew hearing him.

Gillion was alone now, no one needed him. He could allow himself to fall into his fantasy. He could feel his cock slide out, slowly. It had happened before, but he'd never done anything but hide it. He tried remember what Chip had done to himself, but it was so different. Chip was so much smaller, it only took two fingers. He put his hand around it, jerking his hips into his hand unconsciously. He let out a slight growl at the feeling. Fuck he needed to do that again. He lifted his hips again, rutting into his hand a few more times.

He froze as he heard the creek of the bed outside, snapping him back in reality. He realized what he was doing to the full extent and quickly retracted his hand. Chip was right there, just through the door. Surely Chip would be able to hear him if he turned out to be as loud as Chip was.

Shame burned into him. Chip was his best friend, and these feelings felt like betraying his trust. He sighed, feeling his dick return to his slit. Surely Chip wouldn't have let him do what he did if he didn't feel these things too. But Chip said humans had sex just because it feels good, so maybe that was all, but then why would he have kissed him?

Gods, his brain felt like it was being crushed. This was too much. He knew he'd have to talk about what happened to Chip eventually, but he'd been trying to avoid it. He sunk deeper into the tub. Maybe telling him would relieve some of this stress. Chip had promised to be honest with him, so shouldn't he reciprocate that?

At that thought, Gillion rose from the tub. Shaking water droplets off of his face and hair. This had to be done.

As hard as he tried, Chip could not fall asleep. Flashes of Gillion between his legs, or pinning him into the very bed he was laying in clouded his mind. Now that he knew what he looked like, his brain was given more material to torture him with. He was shirtless now, not daring to take off his baggy pants in fear of what they'd reveal.

The creak of the door made Chip's eyes bolt open. Before he could even roll over to look at Gil, he heard his voice, "Chip?" Chip contemplated acting like he was asleep, but curiosity won him over, "Yeah, what's up?" He lifted himself up with his elbows, looking over at Gil who was fully clothed now.

Gil was flushed, a dark blue burning on his face, "I hope I didn't wake you, I just.. we need to talk." Chip hated that sentence with his entire being. Chip wasn't the kind of guy to "talk". Of course, for Gil he could try, "Is this about me walking in earlier? Look man I'm really sorry I didn't realiz-" "No, no. It's not." Gil interrupted. He stayed put near the door, not getting an inch closer to the bed.

Please don't say it's ab-"It's about the other night.." Gil muttered, looking anywhere but Chip. Well fuck. "Well there's been a lot of 'other nights' you're gonna have to be more specific." Chip gave a small fake laugh, but Gil's eyes narrowed, "Chip." Chip backed down, "Yeah, yeah I know.." He sat up more, moving his legs to swing off the side of the bed. Gil took a small step forward, meeting Chip's eye to ask for permission, of which he was granted.

Gillion moved to sit next to Chip, keeping at least a foot between them. "Sooo.." Chip started, before trailing off as he couldn't find the words. Gillion took a deep breath, preparing himself, "I'm having trouble. I've let this.. distract me." So he regretted it then. Of course he did, he's the all mighty champion. He didn't have time to romp around with Chip.

Gillion paused, looking over at Chip, "I can't stop thinking about it." He whispered. Chip met his gaze, "Me either." He blurted, with no thought to what he was saying at all. Gil perked up, blushing a bit harder, "Why are you thinking about it?" He asked quickly. Chip flushed, stuttering over his words, "I mean.. wh- how- well why are YOU thinking about it?!" He shot back. His pride wouldn't let him ramble about how amazing it was.

Gillion's face was a mix of embarrassment, shock.. maybe longing, "I'm unsure. I've never experienced anything like this. Surely you're more experienced with these thoughts then I am." He insisted. His eyes were pleading, clearly he was being sincere. Chip grit his teeth. That look made letting go of his pride much more tempting. "I don't know man, it was j-just.. nice, alright!" His words tumbled out, and once they started he couldn't stop, "God, Gil. It was so good. You were amazing." Words continued without his permission. He didn't want Gill to know that he'd do anything to do that again. Or do more.

Gil's eyes widened, face darkening. Chip stared back, embarrassed at his own honesty. "Really?" Gil breathed, leaning towards him more as if to get a better look of Chip's expression. "Well I promised I wouldn't lie." Chip half chuckled. Gillion seemed to realize how close he was getting, and retracted, putting a hand over face as if trying to hide. "Shit, Chip.." he murmured to himself.

"You didn't do it just cause you were curious, right?" Chip mumbled, half to himself. Gil shook his head. That was obvious enough. He didn't think sucking his cock was something Gil was curious about. "It started as curiosity. Then it just.. well you said it felt good and it made me feel good too." Gil paused and looked back at Chip, "I'm sorry for being selfish."

Chip couldn't help but laugh at that, "Are you serious? You made me cum and I didn't even over to do anything for you. If anything I'm the selfish one." He snickered. Gil looked a little offended, "The pleasure of making you feel good was what I was after, is that not selfish?" He argued. Chip laughed harder, "God, how could I not tell you've never had an orgasm before. It's so obvious when you say stuff like that." He pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.

"But seriously, I really should be thanking you. I'm in your debt." Chip added after he'd stopped laughing. Gil was so flustered his whole face turned into a navy blue. When he didn't respond, Chip raised an eyebrow, "What, you want me to repay my debt now?" He joked, smirking. His smile dropped when Gil turned to look at him again.

His jaw was tight, his pupils no longer slits like usual, but blown out. His brow was furrowed as he met Chip's gaze. Chip choked on his own spit, sputtering, "Wait seriously?!" He exclaimed, a bit too loud. Gil opened his mouth to respond but bit back down fast as he looked down at the ground shamefully. "Oh, shit." Chip paused. He wasn't laughing anymore, as much as he wanted to give a nervous chuckle. He didn't want Gillion to think he was seriously making fun of him. "Yeah. Yeah okay."

Gil snapped back to look at him, his gaze blazing, "Are you sure?" He asked, almost like he didn't believe this could really happen. The fiery spark in Gil's eyes ignited Chip's own fire, "Yes. Positive." He assured. Gillion's smile was big enough that Chip could see each induvial point of his shark like teeth. "But, this'll be your first time. Are you sure that YOU'RE sure?" Chip asked concernedly. How could this perfect man in front of him really want his first time to be with him of all people?

Gillion nodded, putting a hand out to cup the side of Chip's face. "I've never felt this way about anybody. I don't want to miss the opportunity to share this moment with you." He whispered. Chip felt warm from head to his toes, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch.

Gil leaned closer into him, pausing just before their noses touched, "Can I kiss you?" He whispered. Chip could feel his breath on his mouth. "Please do." Chip basically begged. Gil tilted his head for their mouths to meet. Chip felt entranced as their lips met. As if under a spell, he opened his mouth for Gil to claim. The long tongue he hoped to become familiar with one day danced with his own.

Then that sickening sweetness was gone. They drew away from each other, Chip panting, staring into deep blue eyes he could drown in. "Here, let me.." Chip stood up, Gil's hand falling away from his face. Gil looked confused for a moment before Chip planted himself onto Gil's lap. He let his knees support him, giving Gil full access to his upper body.

Gillion seemed to know what to do instantly, letting his mouth lead him to Chip's neck, where he sucked into it, only lightly nipping him as his hands found their place on Chip's waist. Chip lulled his head to the side unconsciously, giving Gil more exposed skin. "Y-you can be rough, I can take it." Chip muttered, placing his hands on Gil's shoulders to balance himself.

Gil bit harder as Chip spoke, seemingly enjoying this more than Chip himself was. He whimpered, his hips bucking against Gil without his permission. He let out an ungodly noise when Gil broke the skin with a bite in between his shoulder and neck. God, he didn't realize how good that kind of pain would feel.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Gil leaned away from the bite. It bled a little, but his teeth had barley broken skin. It wasn't something to worry about. "God don't apologize, that was so good." Chip groaned. Gil cocked his head, confused, but getting there. He lapped small droplets of blood from the wound. It stopped bleeding immediately, so at least they didn't have to worry about getting a blood stain out of the inns sheets.

Gil moved down, investigating Chip's pecs with one hand. He brushed his thumb over one nipple, cold hands making it perk up. Chip whimpered at the attention. "They're sensitive." Chip informed, his voice low. Gil's head fins flicked in confirmation, but he seemed too focused on his work to respond fully. He let his tongue drag across one, sending jolts up Chip's spine as he gasped, moving one hand to grip into Gil's hair.

Gillion moved to the other side, experimentally sucking onto it to gauge Chip's reaction. Chip's hips bucked as pleasure coursed through him, being displayed in the form of whines and scrambled words. He'd never had a partner who gave his chest this much attention, so he never realized how sensitive his nipples were.

Gil went from one to the other, using his hand to pinch and rub when his mouth was busy nipping and sucking the other. Chip was panting at this point, rhythmically grinding onto Gil's clothed stomach. "Fuck, Gil I thought I was repaying you." Chip whimpered, gripping Gil's hair tight.

Gil let go of the nipple he was currently working on, "I'm thoroughly enjoying this." He growled, looking up at Chip's desperate expression. He didn't want to come from rutting into Gil's abs while they were both fully clothed, he'd never live down the shame.

"Please Gil, I want to make you feel good too." Chip didn't think that was something he'd ever have to beg for, but he didn't think Gil would ever move on from his chest if he didn't. Gillion flushed, giving a parting kiss to Chip's bruised chest before looking back at Chip as if to ask for instructions.

Chip rose off of him again, much to Gil's disappointment, until he lowered his pants. Gil watched with interest until Chip was fully naked, staring back at him. "Are you gonna strip too or just stare at me." Chip teased crossing his arms. He said a quick, "oh." Before shedding his clothes too. Chip's nerves hit him when he remembered what he saw before, "Gil, oh God this is weird, um I'm not sure what I'm working with here." He said, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly as Gil finally shed his pants, exposing his anatomy.

It was.. different to say the least. A thick tentacle like cock, that was absolutely not their before, sat between Gil's legs. He didn't have balls like a human, but a slit at the base of his crotch that his cock came out from. It was a darker blue then the rest of him, less green too, and looked like it was already wet all over despite being in his pants not two seconds ago. It had ridges on the bottom, and ended smoothly without a head.

Chip could feel himself blue screening. That was bigger and.. weirder then anything he had taken before. Gil could feel his stare, getting a little self couscous. "Will this.. work for our purposes?" He asked slowly. Chip swallowed hard, "First of all, where the hell did that come from. I don't think I would've missed it when I saw you before. Secondly, oh my God yes that will absolutely work."

Chip stepped closer again, sitting on the bed close enough where their hips touched. "Can I touch it?" Chip asked, starting to reach a hand, but pausing to ask. "Yes." Gil murmured simply. Chip let his hand glide over it, getting a comfortable grip all the way around with one hand. It was wet, but not unpleasant.

Chip gave Gil another glance, but Gil was too busy looking at Chip's hand to notice. He slowly started pumping up and down, twisting his wrist with ever motion. Gil's reaction was immediate. He bit back moan that surprised both of them. It was deep and desperate, and turned Chip on all the more. "Fuck, Chip-" he growled, thrusting into his hand. Chip couldn't tell if it was intentional or just his bodies reaction. "God, you're sensitive." Chip whispered, pumping a few more times before removing it again.

Gillion whined at the loss of friction, rutting into the air. "Why'd you stop?" He gasped out, his cock swaying like it was trying to find the source of its pleasure again. "I don't want you to cum from a hand job. Trust me something better is coming." Chip promised, planting a chaste kiss on his jaw. Gil bit back an argument, trusting that Chip knew what he was doing.

"Alright, I'm not getting near that thing before I get prepped at least a little." Chip explained, moving to lay back on the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "I can do this part, but you can take over if you feel confident enough." Gillion observed, clearly interested and curious, as Chip reached between his legs.

The first finger was always easy, it barley felt like anything at this point. Gil's head fins flicked with interest as he watched Chip's second finger disappear inside him. Chip was a little embarrassed at how wet he was already, but knew Gil wouldn't know that was something to be embarrassed about.

Chip shrunk under Gillion's intense gaze. He wasn't used to being stared at with such appreciation or passion. It was hard to focus on his own pleasure, but the movement of his fingers added to the heat in his stomach and throat. Gil broke the silence, Chip was relieved before he even heard what he said, the silence was killing him. "Can I try?" His voice was low, full of unspoken emotion. "Y-yeah go ahead." Chip's voice shook, not helping the confidence he was trying to display.

Gil lifted one leg, putting it on the bed so he could face towards Chip better. Chip pushed into himself a few more times, letting out a low hum before removing his two fingers, wiping them nonchalantly on the sheets of the bed. Gil reached forward, but hesitated, catching Chip's gaze with anxious eyes. Chip chuckled, "You're not gonna hurt me. It's okay." He murmured.

Chip's hand met Gil's between them, guiding it to his core, "Just two at first. I'll tell you when to add another." Chip noted. Gil nodded before pushing his middle and ring finger into Chip to the knuckle. Chip bit his lip, hard. He knew Gillion's hands were bigger, but the difference between Gil's two fingers and his was bigger then he'd anticipated. Gil's motions were awkward, sloppy, but his hands were cool and perpetually damp, almost like they were made for this.

Gil looked back up at Chip when he let out a slight whine in his throat as Gil made a certain motion inside him. Chip didn't notice though, his eyes were closed tight as he dug his nails into the sheets of the inn's bed. Why'd it feel better when Gil did it? He had no idea what he was doing! So why did his legs tighten as Gil's fingers fucked into him.

"Mm, yeah like that Gil." Chip groaned, letting his head fall back as he fought his legs from closing like a steal trap. Gil hummed in response, repeating the motion that made Chip's legs twitch. After a few moments, Chip caught his breath. "You can add another." He instructed. Gillion did as he was told, slotting another thick finger. Chip could feel himself stretch to accommodate them. He let out a ragged breath, electric jolts of bliss spreading through his body. It was slow and sweet, Gil's fingers pushing in and out of him like waves on the ocean.

A few blissful minutes passed, Chip's breath growing quick and shallow. "Alright, alright that's enough." Chip asserted breathily. Gil's fingers were soaked when he removed them, and Chip shivered at the emptiness. "Alright, this parts up to you. This is your first time, so I want you to enjoy yourself." Chip explained, pulling Gil closer by his hand. Gil let himself be guided between Chip's legs.

They're crotches were so close now, Chip could feel the wetness of Gil's cock on his still bruised thighs. Chip let out a shaky breath, noticing Gil's hands holding him by his waist. He knew Gil wasn't attempting to hold him down, but he could feel the strength in Gil's grasp. He looked up, meeting Gil's gaze. His pupils were blown wide, so full of longing and lust, but also restraint. Chip could tell Gil was holding himself back by the way he bit his lip and how his hands twitched around his waist. Chip could feel his own lust building just seeing that expression. He reached a hand to cup Gil's face, "Hey, I'm tougher than I look. You don't have to hold back." Gil blinked, face darkening, his grip tightening. Chip leaned closer to him whispering near his neck, "Please don't hold back."

A flip switched in Gil's mind. Chip felt himself be lifted with ease. He winced as he was pushed hard into the bed, and made a louder noise when he felt the wetness between his legs enter him roughly. Gil, no longer restrained, let out a deep growl as he entered Chip.

Chip felt speared on Gil's cock. God he'd never taken anything this big and Gil wasn't even all the way in. He felt so full already, how the hell was he going to take more? "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck Gil~" He moaned out, feeling his wrists being grabbed harshly, then being pushed above his head. He didn't think he could get out if he wanted to. He trusted Gil to stop if he told him to, but the powerlessness he felt being under the triton was overwhelmingly hot.

"Gods, Chip, it's so good-" Gil groaned, rutting deeper into him as Chip lost his mind, his walls twitching at the praise. Chip tried to respond, but what left his mouth was instead a whimper like moan. It hurt, the tender love Gil had shown him was gone in an instant, and Chip loved it.

Every time Chip thought there was no way he could take more, more came. Finally he felt Gil's hips flush with his own. He let out a sigh of relief as Gil gave him a few moments to adjust. He leaned over him, letting go of Chip's now very possibly bruised wrists to move his hands to hold Chip's hips in place.

Gil latched his teeth into Chip's neck, claiming him. Chip let out a strangled moan, a mix of pain and absolute bliss. "Fuck! Yes, Gil-" Gil's hips jerked at the sound of Chip's pleas. Hot tears formed, rolling down Chip's cheeks, even though he'd never felt better in his life.

Gil licked at the mark he left, "Mine-" he growled, lifting himself up again as he tilted his hips back, quickly fucking into him again as if to accentuate his point. Chip's words slipped out without a single thought, "Yours! I'm yours." He whimpered with every thrust into him.

Chip felt heat build in his stomach, and by the way Gil's hips stuttered he could tell Gillion was likely feeling similar. "Fuck Chip you're so perfect, you were made for this, you were made for me." Gil groaned, his tone animalistic, not at all like the controlled and wise voice Chip was used to hearing from him. Chip couldn't even respond. He was so close, he felt like he was on fire.

Without warning, Chip's back arched hard as his orgasm racked through him. "Gil!" He moaned whoreishly as he came, his whole body shaking. He swore he could've passed out from the pure ecstacy, but the harsh sting of overstimulation kept him lucid. He squirmed uncontrollably, whining and whimpering as Gil continued to fuck into him.

Gillion pressed his forehead into Chip's chest as he thrusted for the final time, cumming hard into Chip. His body shook with tremors of pleasure before flopping down on top of Chip, who let out an 'oof' as the weight landed on him.

They both sat their for a moment, catching their breath and coming down from their highs. Chip came down first, moving a hand to run through Gil's hair. "Good?" Chip asked, his voice rough from use. Gil lifted himself off of Chip, pulling out slowly before flopping onto his back next to him. "Holy shit." Gil breathed, barley lucid. A few more moments passed before Gil sat up. "That was amazing." He turned to look at Chip, who must've looked more fucked up then he thought, because Gil's eyes grew with concern. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I don't know what came over me."

Chip blinked, before giving a lazy smile. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. Never felt better." He answered sincerely, slightly touching the bite on his neck. When he looked back to his hand, he noticed dark crimson coating his fingers. Before he could even react, he felt Gil's hand on his thigh, and then magic coursing through him. Warmth spread through his body as his wounds closed completely, leaving scabbed over marks on his neck and shoulder.

Chip turned to Gil. "Thanks." He chirped, avoiding touching the sheets with his hand or other parts of his neck and chest that the blood had dripped to. "Only reversing the damage I caused." Gillion responded, before blushing hard as a smirk arose on Chip's face. "So, how was your first time?" He teased.