Duckshots!

In The Eyes! (Gladstone x Donald)

Ducktales 2017
Gladstone x Donald

- This plays on the head cannon that Gladstone has no powers on Friday the 13. -

Donald knew why he was wondering around the Casino. No one could say no to Gladstone. Well Donald might be the only exception to that rule but it's not like he hardly ever wanted to say no. No matter how much he wanted to hate him there was something in his eyes that always made him give in. Every time, almost.

What Donald didn't know was why he was wondering the casino alone. He had gone to the restaurant buffet and when he turned around his green clad cousin was MIA.

It had to be past midnight and Donald was well past tried. He was just about to forget the green suit goose exchange for bed when he saw him. He was surrounded by every Vagus girl in the place and several empty glasses. Donald shook his head.

No wonder he was seen as a player in the tabloids with all these women clinging to him but the gander's family they knew the truth. Gladstone wouldn't be caught dead with a woman, or alive for that matter, except maybe combing her hair or giving relationship advice.

"Donny!" Gladstone saw him and pulled up to the table. He stuck the die in Donald's face. "Blow on them. You know. For luck."

"You're drunk." Captain obvious stated but Gladstone took what he got and rolled anyways.

"Seven!" The table made various noises and Donald couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing. Knowing Gladstone, Donald had his answer.

He grabbed Gladstone's hand and pulled him to the elevator and pressed the button. He realized he was still holding Gladstone's hand and tried to remove it but others grip tighten. The green suited man checked his watch and Donald looked over his shoulder. 11:57 pm. It wasn't quite midnight but Donald was suffering from jet lag and was quite a custom to night life as his cousin.

"Good thinking, Donny. It is getting late," he mumbled as they got on the elevator.

The doors shut with a ding as the taller of the two's head hit the smaller birds shoulder. Donald jumped slightly and blushed. Gladstone was hardly standing by the time the doors reopened. Donald wrapped an arm around him and walked to the hotel room. Gladstone pulled out his wallet and waved in front of the pad. It opened with a small click and they stumbled in the dark.

They made there way towards Gladstone's room and he fell on the bed. Donald turned to the drawers and pulled out a night shirt for Gladstone. When he turned back around the goose had managed to get his coat and vest off but was struggling with the bottom three buttons of his under shirt. He glanced at Donald and though it was dark the duck could see the pleading look on the gander's face. He rolled his eyes and put the silk night shirt to the side and started on the buttons. There was a soft tolling sound like a bell but Donald didn't pay much mind as he moved to the next button.

"You know, I've dreamed of you undressing me."

Donald froze, now suddenly very aware of how close they where. He could feel Gladstone breath on his neck. He hadn't thought about it initially because Gladstone was always trying to get closer to him, like making him blush was a game. One he just won, always won.

"Oh no. I said that out loud didn't I?"

Still no response and Donald's grip tighten on the shirt. He felt Gladstone leaned closer. The duck's heart was in his throat and wouldn't dare meet the others eyes.

"But it is the truth, Donald." He breathed his name in his ear. His real name. That was a new feeling for both of them. Arms wrapped around the duck's neck forcing their chests to collide. "You know I never say your real name because of how it makes me feel. How you make me feel."