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Big dumb alpha Bucky Egan poses more of a challenge than Maya Brady initially thought…and the biggest issue, would appear to be his dick.

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“Maya Brady as I live and breathe…I didn’t know you knew where the gym was,” Bucky says, and as soon as the words are out of his mouth he regrets them. Even Benny turns his head to look at John with a slightly wide eyed stare, while Bucky keeps his gaze on the little brunette omega.

Her eyebrow arches up in a non impressed way, he watches as her eyes drag up his body, they start at his ratty old gym shoes. Before she lands on his face, the blue of her eyes is startling, they pierce straight through him and make his breath catch. If he could get away with it he’d look anywhere else, but that would be admitting defeat, and Bucky Egan doesn’t back down.

“Well I would have looked in the library but I’m pretty sure you don’t know how to read, so I thought of the dumbest place on this campus and ended up here,” Ham snorts from where he’s been lifting some dumbbells, as Benny has to turn away from them both to hide his giant grin. He had known the Brady’s for awhile now, and he could never be prepared for what would come out of either of the twin’s mouths.

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thank you to @roseszirnheld, @stars-remain2, and @steviewicks45 for listening to me ramble for months about these two.

I love you three 💕

there is more planned for these two with no real timeline

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Several Sentences Sunday (going up on a Monday)

tagged by the lovely @roseszirnheld love you bby 💕

I’ve got 4 different snippets because my brain doesn’t know the meaning of focus

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Alpha Stalag Bucky

“Do you ever think about it? About the fucking destruction we cause?” Bucky asks quietly, his breathing hitches when she brushes her lips across the fresh scab on his skin, goosebumps form on his skin. While Audrey shifts in his lap again, her hand slides down from his chest to gently cup his length between them.

The green button up on her body shifts to show off her shoulder, before she brings her mouth up to his. John grunts softly as she squeezes around him, before he lifts her up so she can slip his tip between her already wet folds. A combination of his cum from earlier and her slick eases the way for him to slide home. Audrey rests her pelvis against his while she lets out a deep breath at the never ending stretch.

Cleganmarge - with a twist

They had lived in a POW camp, everyone’s scent was always a little sour, a little distressed around the edges. It had almost every alpha on alert constantly, Gale had been included in that majority. Him and Brady had both been on damage control for their barrack room, both of the alphas had tried desperately to get all of the men to be calm. But there was only so much that could be done, and Brady was…well Brady, he liked a handful of them and Bucky tended to fall low on that list.

Gale quietly steps closer to the mess of blankets to gently pull them back, and it’s then that he can hear soft snores coming from inside of the blankets. He lets out a soft sound of relief at the fact that John was there and breathing, but now he’s concerned about why the man isn’t responding to the call of his name. Once Gale has the blanket pulled away the pit that has been his stomach completely caves in as he sees the mess that is John Egan.

alpha John Brady

The guards have begun to amble their way over, some of them leer while others mutter phrases in German. An alpha on alpha brawl was a spectacle in the outside world, to see one happening before their eyes was their own form of entertainment. If they could have thrown money into the ring they most certainly would have. Some of the other prisoners have begun to crowd around, before Murphy is darting away to go and get the two people who would have a fair shot at breaking them apart.

Johnny is on top again, with his fist raised to hit Gale in the nose when he’s suddenly being pulled back. The scent of burning cedar fills his nose as Benny wraps one of his arms around Johnny’s throat, the crook of his elbow meets the brunette’s Adam's apple. Benny’s other arm comes down to curl under Johnny’s bicep and lock across his chest almost like a seatbelt as he rips the taller man backwards. Meanwhile, Bucky grabs at Gale’s shirt to try to tug him out from underneath the seething and growling alpha that has become John Brady. It isn’t until Johnny is a good two feet away from Gale that he hears the trilling sobs that are coming out of Juliet’s mouth. He turns his head to look for her just to see that Crank is holding her up, her entire body is soaked to the bone from the rain and she’s shaking.

TWYN

Benny silently pulls into the driveway, and kills the engine for his green truck, he feels numb at the moment, the papers sitting in the passenger seat next to him are like a glaring beacon of hopelessness next to him. He was home…he wasn’t supposed to leave again, he had thought he’d be safe from this. He thought he’d be safe from getting these ugly pieces of papers dropped on his desk. Benny sits for just a minute longer, to look up and see the lights are on in the house.

If he squints enough, he can see Johnny spinning Juliet around in the living room while the kids all dance. No doubt one of the records he had picked up from the store was playing on the record player. Benny doesn’t want to go in there and tell them he’s leaving, he doesn’t want to go in there and tell them he has to go. Benny doesn’t want to go.

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anyone is welcome to play

I’m now going to go back to my depression den 💕

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Take Care Of You

This is where a summary would go if I had one 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“That’s it baby…let us take care of you,” Babe says softly as he kisses her cheek, the beta stays in his spot kneeling on the floor next to the bunk. The swirls of ginger and brown sugar are heavy in the air, but the thrum of ‘distressed omega in heat’ is dying down. Even if it’s just for the moment and she needs Gene again, Babe knows the black haired alpha isn’t going anywhere for the moment.

Thank you to @roseszirnheld for editing this one. and thank you to @steviewicks45 and @stars-remain2 for listening to me ramble my little heart out. love you beauties 💕

ao3 link

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Several Sentences Sunday

I got tagged by @roseszirnheld 💕

Fucking around with an alpha Bucky and omega OC

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“You’re such a bitch,” John grunts out as he shoves Maya up against the pool shed in the backyard, while she wraps her fingers into his cut off and rips him forward. He’s suddenly glad that his cap is backwards, as their lips crash together again. She sucks at his lower lip roughly and bites down, the flare of pain makes the alpha groan. His spicy bourbon scent floods the space between them, it mixes with the sweeter notes of her vanilla in an intoxicating kind of way.

Bucky can feel Maya’s hand going up the side of his neck to curl into the back of his hair. His hat is pushed off, but neither of them hear it as it clatters to the ground behind him, and her fingers grip at his curls harder. While his large calloused hands glide up the outsides of her thighs and tug her forward so her crotch meets his in a rough grind. Both of them release moans at the sensation, and he shoves the flowy bottom of her summer dress up.

“I don’t hear you complaining about it,” Maya responds once their lips have separated, both of them pant softly before she tugs his head back to kiss at his jaw. Bucky groans lowly at the sensation of her licking across the hinge, before she gets to his ear and bites on the lobe. His hands grab onto the sides of her underwear under her dress, he tugs them down her legs and he’s assaulted by the smell of her arousal. It makes his head spin for a minute, sugary vanilla almost like frosting has his mouth watering.

The alpha pulls her towards himself more so her shoulders are pushing against the building while her lower half grinds against his harder, before he drops one of his big hands down to cup her center. Bucky hums as he feels how wet she already is, her slick coats his fingers as he slides two through her folds. Maya leans back against the wall behind her to stare at him, as her right hand holds onto his cutoff still. Before she slides her left hand down to meet his between her thighs, he can’t stop the rumble that bursts from his throat as she pushes two of his fingers inside of herself.

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tagging whoever wants to play 😊

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Several Sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @steviewicks45 💕

Some more from Take What You Need - Chapter 9

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“Can you take me baby? Take me in your sweet pussy too? Fuck I’m so hard right now,” Johnny moans as he grinds his hips into her backside, his boxers are pulled down under his balls. His thick cock pushes between her cheeks so he can press closer for a deeper grind. The motion makes Juliet shove up against Benny’s chest more.

“Go ahead Johnny…take what you need,” Juliet tells him, with a soft nod, she feels as her husband helps shift her hips. Benny’s soft cock slides slightly inside of her, his cum begins to trickle down before she feels Johnny’s tip push into her. It snugs up against Benny’s semi soft cock, and it makes both him and Juliet moan brokenly.

The chestnut haired beta groans at the wet glide of her walls wrapping around him snuggly. Benny’s head falls back against the headboard again as he whimpers lowly, the feel of Johnny pushed up against him inside of Juliet is almost too much. One of Johnny’s hands grabs for the headboard next to Benny’s head, his knuckles white as he grips the wood tightly.

Benny’s eyes are wide as he watches Johnny, his head tilts just enough to watch the older man better. His pupils are drawn to the way the other beta’s head falls forward as he pushes into his wife. The sound of his hips as they snap up into Juliet’s butt sounds sharp between them all. The omega whines at the feel of being stretched even more, while Benny’s hands gently pet up her sides.

“Looked so fucking pretty riding Benny, pussy is so tight around me, fuck sweetheart,” Johnny mumbles behind her, his hips snap into her and jostle her body into Benny’s more. The slick feel of Johnny’s cock rubbing against Benny’s has the tanned man’s eyes rolling. Juliet’s hard nipples press against the tanned man’s chest, while his hand moves up on instinct to gently pinch and pull at one.

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I’m tagging whoever sees and wants to participate 😊

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Several Sentences Sunday

I got tagged by the lovely @stars-remain2 💕

I’m posting from Take What You Need - Chapter 9

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I’m right behind you! Go Benny!” Juliet yells over the air rushing through the belly of the B-17, both of them had just gotten Gale to go out of the opening. The alpha would have fully stayed in his seat if it hadn't been for Juliet and Benny dragging him out. Now the omega was trying to shove Benny out next, and he didn’t want to leave without her. He didn’t want to leave her behind, he needed her to come with him.

“We jump at the same time!” He calls back, she looks at him before their fort gets hit again by flak, it sends both of them rocking forward towards the bomb doors. Benny grabs onto the side wall, or what’s left of it, before he feels sudden pressure at his side. He looks down to see Juliet’s boot covered feet are pushing him out.

He looks up at her face to see that she’s got blood dripping from her hairline, he tries to reach out for her but he can’t get to her. The fort shakes again as they plummet, everything smells like burning fuel, the engines aren’t even spinning anymore.

“Go!” She shouts to him and shoves him with all of her might to throw him out of the belly of the plane, the beta’s breath gets stolen from his lungs as he goes down. He does a somersault in the air as he catches a current from under the plane, he looks up and squints to try and see if she jumped next.

His heart feels like it’s racing a million miles in his chest, this isn’t right, this isn’t how it happened. He grabbed her at the last minute, he knew he snagged her arm and pulled her out with him. But as he watches ‘Our Baby’ blow to nothingness and no sign of another parachute. He realizes she didn’t jump, she stayed with the plane, she did what the other omegas have done.

He was going to have to face Johnny, he was going to have to tell him that Juliet died. That Juliet sacrificed herself to save Benny.

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tagging anyone who sees and wants to play 😊

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Several Sentences Saturday

I got tagged by the lovely @stars-remain2, love you 💕

I’m feeling generous, so I’ll give you 2 snippets from 2 works that I’ve got going on right now.

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Love Within These Halls pt. 4

“I’m scared Maureen…I’m scared I’m going to push everyone away and end up alone. But I hurt all of the time, and I don’t want anyone around when I’m like that. I don’t want them to see me like this, I don’t want them to see me when I’m at my lowest,” John almost whimpers as he sits there, he’s got tears welling in his eyes. He can feel as they begin to leak out of where he’s got the heels of his hands shoved.

John told himself when he got here that he wasn’t going to cry, he had promised himself even. Kenny had driven him today, both Curt and Gale had been busy, and Kenny had made a comment about there being a Trader Joe’s nearby. He didn’t want to get back to Ken’s car with a red splotchy face, because he knows that the blonde will bring it up to Curt.

“Sometimes when we’re at our lowest, is when we need someone to come and help us up. There’s no shame in accepting help Bucky, especially when we aren’t at our strongest. It’s okay to let that guard down, you don’t need to be strong for everyone around you constantly. You are allowed to lean on someone else for a change,” she tells him, he nods his head a bit and tries to breathe again.

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If You Give Me The Chance - a Doc Roe x OC fic

“You’re in the wrong room kid…I ain’t an alpha,” Roe states, he can see her swallow thickly as she stands there for a moment. Her fingers are clenched up around her bag while she shifts from foot to foot. The motion makes him bristle slightly, if she had something to say then she needed to say it.

He feels on edge as she stands there, he didn’t necessarily like other omegas, they were always too timid and shy. He never understood why they played into needing an alpha or anyone else for that matter. Roe had never been raised to need someone else, he didn’t need an alpha to come swoop in and save him. And he knew, even if the military claims it was for the alpha more than the omega, that it was for the omegas to keep them in line and complacent.

“I…I am an alpha, and I’m pretty sure the plate outside the door said barrack house 12, room 15. And, you’re Officer Medic Eugene Roe, I’m Second Lieutenant Diana Peters, unless I’m wrong,” she says, her soft blue eyes come up to meet his, the color reminds him of the sunny skies back in Louisiana. He grits his teeth slightly before he looks at her again, and sees that she’s standing up a little straighter now.

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tagging whoever wants to play along 😊

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One-Two-Three-Four-Five Tag Game

thank you for the tag: @roseszirnheld thank you bby 💕

(I’m not sure if I did this right, but I tried)

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

all are taken from AO3 - but the links will take you to tumblr because I am not electronically smart

Most Hits - Feral Gale x Thick Bucky (731)

Second most kudos - it’s a tie between: Love Within These Halls: Part 1 (21) and Glasses (21)

Third most comments - it’s a tie between: A Strap-On & A Wand (5) and Home to You (5)

Fourth most bookmarks - And Then There Was You (4)

Fifth most words - series: Love Within These Halls (60,612) chaptered fic: And Then There Was You (30,328), single fic: Feral Gale x Thick Bucky (7,657)

Least words - Glasses (1,663)

tagging some people to play along but everyone is welcome 🥰

@trashbag-baby666 @swifty-fox @faegoddessog @ab4eva @therealslimshakespeare @austinbutlerslovers

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The Night We Met

I blame Lord Huron for this one entirely, absolutely listened to ‘The Night We Met’ on repeat while writing this one.

This one is just straight up angst

Modern day AU Brenny

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!Benny, omega!Brady, Mpreg, descriptions of a car accident, depictions of medical procedures, blood, childbirth, implied major character death

Words: 6.8k

Thank you to @steviewicks45 for editing this and listening to me ramble about it too. 🥰

Moodboard by me

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“Hi Georgie,” Johnny whispers, voice soft and breathy, his newborn daughter’s cries quieting as she hears her daddy’s heart beating under her ear.

Everyone on the helicopter can’t stop the tears as they streak their faces, but Johnny is serene, his daughter isn’t squirming inside of him anymore. She’s on his chest, here and breathing, content to lay on her daddy.

Johnny can’t fight the pull anymore, his eyes begin to close, his hand is sliding off of Georgie’s little spine slowly. He doesn’t hear as Benny starts calling his name. He doesn’t hear as Gale tells Bucky to get them there faster.

All he can feel is Georgie’s weight on his sternum, all he can smell is her sweet honeysuckle scent mixed with his and Benny’s scents.

He doesn’t hurt anymore, he isn’t worried anymore, his daughter is here and she’s okay.

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Benny smiles softly as he hears the hoots and hollers of the other guys in the rec room, before he catches the softest scent of jasmine mixed with cardamom and something sweeter. The alpha finishes washing his hands before he steps out of the bathroom and goes towards the noise. He can hear Johnny’s laugh as he gets closer, the sound makes a wider smile take over his face.

“I’m telling you all, this little girl and I are gonna be best friends, Uncle Bucky is going to be her favorite,” Bucky states loudly as he sits in one of the chairs, coffee cup in his hand. Gale sits down next to his husband and rolls his eyes softly, a fond smile on his face. Before he looks up at Johnny with a little grin, and the brunette omega rolls his own eyes while his hand comes down to rub the side of his stomach, just as a little cramp settles into his lower abdomen.

“Hi sweetheart, how did the ultrasound go? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, hi sweet baby,” Benny hums as he runs his hand down the side of Brady’s belly, a little rumbled purr falls from the alpha’s mouth. Johnny turns towards his husband a little more, his hand brings Benny’s up to feel exactly where their baby is kicking.

“Wait! You had an ultrasound and we didn’t get to see pictures yet?!” Crank whines from where he makes himself a cup of coffee in the kitchenette, the omega rolls his eyes slightly as he reaches into his small backpack. Johnny pulls out the envelope and suddenly he’s surrounded by everyone again.

“Aww, look at her, it looks like she’s waving at you. Is she still head down? Or did the little nugget flip again?” Rosie asks as he looks at the pictures with a smile, the alpha exuding his calming lavender scent. Alpha pride for his fellow pack mates and their new pup that is soon to be born. Benny smiles softly as he nuzzles close to Johnny, the alpha gently runs his hand down the side of his belly again.

“No, she’s still head down, grinding down whenever she wants into my bladder,” Johnny responds with a smile as he looks at the sonogram pictures of his daughter. The omega feels another little cramp in his side, almost like a pinching sensation. He can feel Benny’s rumbles against his back, his scent holding every ounce of alpha pride. Johnny brings his eyes up to meet Gale’s, and the blonde alpha smiles at his best friend.

“As long as she doesn’t come out lookin’ like DeMarco there, I think we’ll be fine,” Bucky states, and the omega snorts as said alpha makes an annoyed noise. Benny brings his hand up to flip off the black haired omega, which makes Bucky laugh harder.

“I think she’s going to come out beautiful, have you guys decided on a name yet?” Gale questions as he looks at the mated pair, Benny rolls his eyes as he looks at his mate. The omega lets out a quiet groan and rolls his head back slightly as he stands there.

Johnny adjusts his weight on his feet, before he feels Benny’s knuckles dig into the base of his spine. The alpha works at a knot silently in his mate’s back, he knows how sore the omega has been. He thought the man worked too many hours in the ER, but Benny was one to talk. The pair of them both worked too much, but that would change soon.

“No, he won’t agree with me. I’m carrying the baby, my say should be the final one.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t take you seriously when you say her name should be Millie. All I think about is that one actress…she was fuckin’ creepy in that show you guys are obsessed with,” Benny states making Gale, Alex, and Johnny all let out laughs as the alpha shudders. He had seen exactly one episode of ‘Stranger Things’ and never watched any more of it.

“And what’s your choice again Ben?” Crank asks as he looks at the alpha, while he sits down in one of the chairs. A smile on his face as he sees the way Benny is rubbing Johnny’s back for him. Johnny snorts softly as he looks at his husband, a smug little grin on his face as he waits for his answer.

“Georgie, I think it’s super cute and it’s not very common.”

“You complain about Millie being from a creepy show. But you’re going to name your daughter after that kid from ‘IT’. Oh Jesus Benny…I think I’m with Johnny on this one, he gets the final say,” Bucky teases before he downs the last of his coffee, a little shake to his head as he looks at the other omega. Both of them roll their eyes at Benny’s sound of protest, everyone now putting in their own ideas for baby names.

“Alright, alright, I need to go run a few errands before I can go home. And you need to drop my car off at the dealership, walk me out Bernard?”

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll see you yahoos later. The copter is all stocked back up, I’ll see you boys in a few days. I have a crib to go home and build,” the alpha says with a smile as he rubs his husband’s back in a soothing swipe of a motion. The pair head for the lockers to grab Benny’s bag, while Johnny rubs at his stomach again. That cramp like sensation in the bottom of his belly hits again, he’d been having them off and on all day.

“Where all do you gotta go before you go home tonight baby? I don’t know how long they are gonna keep me at the dealership, but I do know it’s down the street from that Mexican place you like. The one with the homemade tortilla chips, and the guacamole you like,” Benny says as he pulls on his hoodie. Johnny is about 99% sure it’s his but Benny looks cute in it. His hair flops onto his forehead before he pushes it back from his face, sending a smile Johnny's way.

“I’m not going to say no to guacamole and tacos, I have to go to the bank, drop off the Amazon return, and then avoid the baby section after I’ve dropped it off, but that’s questionable at best,” Johnny responds, the comment makes Benny laugh softly, while his arm wraps around the taller’s waist. Both of them head from the locker room, and Johnny leans into Benny slightly as they walk.

The alpha’s eyebrows furrow slightly, but he lets it go. Johnny was carrying an entire human being inside of him. If his husband wanted to lean on him for a minute, he’d be more than happy to take the extra weight on his side.

“Alright, I’ll pick up dinner on my way home. You do your errands and then go put your feet up, doctor’s orders.”

“Pretty sure you aren’t a doctor Bernard,” the alpha snorts softly and shakes his head at his mate, before he looks up at his husband. Johnny smiles at him, both of them move towards the other to share a kiss. Benny leans down to press a lingering kiss to Johnny’s belly, as he softly nuzzles his nose into the omega’s shirt.

He feels as the baby kicks at him, a purr rumbles up his chest in response. Before he leaves another kiss on the pregnant omega’s tummy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too B, I’ll see you in a little bit…don’t forget my tacos,” Benny chuckles softly as he nods his head and they both walk to their separate cars. Benny waits until Johnny pulls away with a wave at his alpha, and his eyes watch for as long as they can. A chuckle leaves his mouth as he sees the ‘My husband’s a hot nurse’ bumper sticker that he got gifted when Johnny graduated nursing school.

Before the alpha climbs into Johnny’s little Jetta to start the drive to the dealership and figure out if they can fix the car or if they need to get rid of it before the baby comes.

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“Attention Unit 100, high - priority call, multiple cars piled up on the turnpike. Respond with lights, sirens, fire department and police presence is already on scene. Stand by for potential flight assistance.”

Everyone stops for a moment, before they all go to their stations. Bucky, Gale, and Rosie all suit up for the potential need for them. While Crank and Alex ready their ambulance in the bay, Alex gets behind the wheel.

The pair flick on the lights and sirens, the GPS set for the destination while the radio is turned on for further instructions.

“Shit…this ain’t a good one, I’m gonna check the first car. You check the second…wait, isn’t that Benny’s car?” Alex asks as he nods at the gray Nissan Altima crunched between the SUV in front of it and the Dodge truck behind it. Crank snaps his neck over, his heart plummeting as he indeed sees the stupid bumper sticker that Benny insisted on having.

“No…fuck, no that’s Johnny, he took Benny’s car. Fuck, check the other cars!” Crank calls as he grabs his own medical bag and makes a run for it. Alex’s jaw drops slightly as he stands frozen for just a second, before he begins to move. Everything floods in on instinct, adrenaline flowing through his veins as he checks the truck first.

Crank slides against the road slightly as he stops by the driver's side window of the Nissan. The glass is shattered out on the windshield, and the driver's window is cracked in three spots. The powder from the airbag is still in the air, and the sound of the radio on the Oldie’s station makes him want to cry.

Benny always joked that Johnny was an old soul who liked listening to the grandpa’s station for music. Crank’s mouth is dry as he sets his bag down and pulls out the window breaker they have. He taps it against one of the corners, then the glass shatters down in rivulets to the concrete and inside of the car.

“Johnny? Hey, hey are you awake?” Crank asks as soon as he’s got the glass out of the way, he hears a soft cough before he finally gets his eyes on Johnny. The man is pinned in his seat, with the seatbelt across his chest keeping him locked in place. The airbag is deflated now and sags down onto Johnny’s lap from the steering wheel.

“C - Cranky?”

“Jesus Christ Johnny, yea it’s me. Alright, alright let me look at you,” The beta says as he looks at one of his best friends, his eyes trailing over the omega’s face. His heart feels like it’s in his throat, while he slides on his gloves. He’s already cataloging injuries that he can visibly see, while also going through his checklist of non visible ones.

Johnny’s nose is definitely broken, blood has dripped down his upper lip, he’s got a cut up by his hairline which is steadily oozing blood down to his eyebrow. Crank can already see the red marks partially formed on Johnny’s pale skin from the seatbelt. One long strip across his throat and chest, while the omega’s chest rises in a staggered fashion. His right arm is trapped between the wheel and gear shaft, the lower arm looks broken on the inside.

He no doubt has broken ribs, and Crank’s eyes widen slightly as he sees Johnny’s belly. The beta had almost forgotten that his best friend is pregnant as Crank leans in through the window. His hands come down automatically to palpate Johnny’s belly, the omega letting out a quiet groan at the touch. Crank’s eyes continue to go down on their path of checking the younger man out.

“Did the - did the kids get out? I saw that there were at least two in there,” Johnny gets out, his voice is raspy from the powder in the airbag exploding in his face. Crank keeps his fingers moving against Johnny’s sides, stopping when he prompts a wince out of the younger man.

The paramedic palpates at his ribcage, and Johnny flinches away from the touch to his right side. Crank grabs for the scissors in his pocket and then the redhead cuts away his shirt, sucking in a soft breath at the blooming bruises on Johnny’s side.

“The kids got out, some firefighters got them out first. I saw it, don’t worry Johnny,” Crank assures as he looks at his friend, before he squats out of the car to take a deep breath. He has seen some of the most horrific things, has assisted with some of the most unimaginable moments of someone's life. But the sight of Johnny trapped in the car like that makes him want to throw up onto the concrete.

“Crank…I know it’s bad, it’s okay, do you guys, do you have a Doppler on the rig?”

“Yea, fuck of course we do. Alex! Grab the Doppler!” Crank calls as he looks out of the car, the man looks up from where he’s been helping a firefighter assess the semi truck driver. The man nods and runs for the rig, while Crank looks back at Johnny. He carefully presses the gauze square against the omega’s hairline, the blood being staunched for a moment.

“Did someone call Benny? He’s going to be upset about his car…he loves this thing,” Brady says, he feels another pain go down over the middle of his stomach. His eyes close for a moment as he tries to breathe through it, he hasn’t felt the baby move since before he was rear ended.

Johnny’s eyes open again as he feels wetness start to spread between his thighs, unsure if he’s just peed himself or not. He tries to turn his head at the sound of more boot covered feet crunching on broken glass. The motion makes his head spin, a dizzy spell that causes nausea to roll up his throat. The omega swallows thickly before he feels a hand pushing his cut open shirt to the side and out of the way.

“It’ll be cold, I’m sorry,” Crank mutters as he squirts lube out onto Johnny’s belly, before he presses the little wand on the fetal heart monitor into his skin. Johnny’s already got more bruises started on his extended belly, no doubt from the airbag hitting him. Crank focuses on where he thinks the baby could be positioned, and all three of them stay quiet as they wait.

“There we go…there we fucking go sweetheart,” Crank breathes out deeply once the rhythmic sounds fill the little space. Johnny lets his head rest against the headrest a little deeper, as the twinge comes back down his stomach again. This one takes the breath away from him for a moment, while dread begins to fill him.

Crank pulls the wand and drops it back into his bag. He looks down at the door, and he knows there’s no way he can get into the car. They can’t move Johnny for fear of spinal injury, so he’s stuck here until they can get the jaws out here. He brings his eyes back up to look at his friend, catching the wince Johnny gives.

“What hurts? Specifically, your ribs?”

“Crank…I think I’m in labor…I’m wet and my stomach keeps cramping,” Crank’s mouth goes dry as he grabs another gauze square and brings it down to press against the wetness on Johnny’s groin. He pulls it away to see that it’s a pinkish color, clear fluid tinged with blood. Johnny stares up at him, while the brunette tries to breathe evenly.

Johnny’s side was tight, the pressure was pushing against his lung, and it was getting harder to bring in a deep breath. If Johnny could move his right arm up, he could try to feel and assess his side himself but the limb felt heavy, pinned down by something that he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Alex! See when the jaws are getting here! We have a potential omega in labor!” Crank calls before he looks back down at Johnny in the car, as he grabs more gauze to switch out the pad on his friend’s head. Johnny stares up at the beta, suddenly desperate for someone to get Benny to him.

“Did someone call Benny? I, I need Benny here, please Crank,” Johnny borderline whimpers as he sits there, his stomach muscles contracting again. His eyes close for a moment at the sensation, and his left hand grabs for the door. His fingers squeeze down tightly, wanting to shift himself to ease the pain against his pelvic bone. He wants his alpha here. He wants Benny to be the one talking to him and touching him.

“Y - yeah, they called him Johnny, the cops already did it. It’ll be okay, breathe with me yeah? Tell me again what names you’ve got picked out?”

“B - Benny wants to name her Georgie…Georgie Dianne, and I give him so - so much shit for it. But it’s not a bad name,” Johnny gets out, Crank nods his head in agreement, he lifts his head as he hears footsteps rushing back to them.

“There’s a gas spill from the semi, they’re trying to get them here as fast as they can. They called in flight too, but they’ve gotta get a clear pathway first, and we can’t get him out without the jaws first,” Alex pants out, Crank swears softly as he looks down at Johnny again. The beta takes a deep breath in before he squares his shoulders, looking at Alex again.

“Go get the stuff for an IO, grab two bags of LR’s, we’re gonna push them fast. I don’t want his blood pressure tanking,” Alex nods as he takes off back towards the rig again, the beta pumps his legs as fast as he can. He passes other paramedics who are helping the other victims.

Alex skids to a stop by Crank, the beta is leaning back inside by Johnny, he can’t hear what the redhead is saying. But Alex sets all of the supplies down on top of the car’s hood, he pulls on new gloves as he rips open the packaging. Crank straightens back up from the blown out window, while Alex hands him the stuff he’ll need, both of them working like a well oiled machine.

“I’m sorry Johnny,” Crank murmurs as he pushes the drill against his shoulder, the needle shoves in down to his bone. The man doesn’t flinch at all, his eyes stare straight ahead at the SUV in front of him. Johnny wonders if the kids got out, he saw the cartoon that was on the tv in the backseat. He hopes the kids are okay, that they aren’t too scared, and that their mom got out.

Johnny turns his head slowly towards the window again, a slow blink overtakes his eyes for a moment. Before he lets out a breath of relief at Crank’s face coming into view. His fresh grass smell fills the space around them, and Johnny wants to pat his scruffy cheek just like he always does. But he can’t lift his arm up to do it, it’s too heavy right now.

“Crank?” The redhead looks up at one of his best friends, the look of relief and content that crosses Johnny’s face makes his heart plummet. Johnny had forgotten Crank was there, he had looked off to the side for five minutes. Crank looks over at Alex, the beta holds the bag up above his head, squeezing it to get it to flow fast. The IO line they’ve placed is opened on full blast, the fluids push into Johnny’s body as fast as they physically can.

“Y - yeah Johnny, it’s me, it’s Cranky, I gotcha,”

The omega’s body tenses again, his breathing growing a little more labored, no doubt from the pain. Crank holds the gauze with one hand while he checks his watch on the other wrist. He silently counts the seconds that this contraction lasts, able to gauge when it ends on how Johnny’s belly loosens.

“The kids, they got out right?” Johnny asks quietly, voice strained as he blinks slowly, he feels tired. His entire body begins to ache now, the adrenaline of the crash is wearing off. He watches the side of Crank’s face, able to see the blonde stubble on his cheeks before his vision goes a little foggy, and he lets his eyes close for a second to collect himself.

He can smell Crank’s natural fresh cut grass smell, mixed with his cologne, it’s nice. The scent helps Johnny come back down, giving him something else to focus on for a moment. He can feel as his muscles tense again, but the pain is all blurring together. He can’t tell which hurts worse, the pressure in his right side or the contractions in his abdomen.

“Johnny, hey, open your eyes for me yea? They’re gettin’ the mom out of the car in front of us now…the kids are okay. The one firefighter is lettin’ them sit in the truck, just breathe for me, you’re doin’ good,” Crank murmurs at the end as he feels Brady’s belly tense again, his eyes flicking to his watch to time it. All of the medical training he’s had for this kind of situation has flooded back into his brain. The beta tries to push out his own scent. He knows it won’t be like an alpha’s, but it might help one of his best friend’s. It works, a quiet choked sound comes from Johnny’s lips.

“It’s okay Cranky, I’m alright, just hurts a little bit,” the omega murmurs but as he sits there, he can feel his heartbeat in his ribcage. It’s quick, quicker than it should be, but he isn’t focused on that right now. Johnny instead picks Crank’s profile to focus on, the omega watching a sweat droplet roll down from his temple to his jaw.

Johnny feels a little kick from inside, before a soft smile forms on his face. She was okay, his daughter would be okay, she was still in there and doing okay. He hears more people’s voices as he sits there, as his eyelids grow heavy. It’s like he’s fighting a losing battle on keeping them open, but he’s trying.

The pressure in his side is steadily growing, if his brain wasn’t like scrambled eggs he’d be able to figure out why. He’s seen plenty of car crash victims, treated hundreds of them in the ED. The only thing he’s focused on right now is the feel of his daughter inside of him. And the smell of Crank’s grassy scent, everything else is just background noise right now.

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Benny is speeding, he knows he’s speeding, but he doesn’t give a damn right now. His heart is in his throat, his stomach is in knots, and his palms are sweaty. His entire body has been in a cold sweat since he got the phone call while he waited for their dinner. He can hear the sirens as he gets closer. It’s an absolute mess on the turnpike.

The alpha throws the little loaner car into park in his haste to get out of the vehicle he forgets to undo the belt. The elastic band snaps him back into place before he hastily rips it off. The metal part smacks against the side of the car as he scrambles out of his seat.

“Sir! Sir, I’m sorry this is a closed scene! You can’t come through!”

“No, please! Please my omega, he’s in one of the cars. Please, he’s pregnant. 36 weeks, I need to get to him. Please I’m a paramedic too,” Benny begs as he looks at the cop, she stares at him before she looks behind herself. It’s a disaster, the semi truck is tipped over on its side, the SUV that originally crashed is crushed in on itself.

Benny can just make out the top of the gray Nissan, with a larger blue truck behind it. The front end of that is also smashed in, showing how fast it was going when it slammed into Johnny.

“DeMarco?! Is that you?” A voice calls, Benny’s head snaps over to see a familiar face. He can’t place who it is, but he knows them, he knows the beta. The cop jogs over towards Benny and the female officer, ‘R. Speirs is labeled on the name tag pinned to his chest.

“It’s okay, he’s a paramedic, let him through. I’m so sorry about Johnny man, they are bringing in the jaws. It’ll be about 10 minutes and the helicopter is about the same amount of time out,” Speirs says as he nods at the other officer, as Benny ducks down under the caution tape. The alpha breaks out into a full sprint, glass, gravel, and plastic from the cars crunching under his feet.

His heart is in his throat as he sees how bad the car is crushed in on itself, with Crank’s body halfway hanging out of the driver's side window. If he was stuck in there then Johnny must be okay enough. Benny can still feel him in their bond. He’s in pain, has been for well over an hour now. But he doesn’t feel any panic from his omega, just an almost blinding amount of pain.

“Johnny! Fuck baby, fuck I’m here. Crank let me in, fuck,” Benny pants as he skids slightly on the broken glass, the beta almost hits his head on the inside of the car as he pulls back. A relieved expression takes over his face when he sees Benny, his left arm still inside of the car.

“Baby, it’s me, I’m here. I’m right here, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” Benny says as he gets his upper body lodged into the car now, his hand pressing down on the gauze being held to Johnny’s forehead while the alpha catalogs everything that he can see, the rapid rise and fall of Johnny’s chest, his shirt that’s halfway cut open, and the dried blood under his no doubt broken nose.

The smell of Johnny’s soft jasmine scent is slightly acrid, with swirls of pain laced in it that could bowl Benny over. But he can still smell the sweetness to it, mixed with Benny’s own cardamom scent. He looks at his husband just as Johnny’s face twists in pain again, Crank flicks his wrist to look at his watch again. The beta behind him quietly counts to himself, while Johnny’s pain flares again in their bond.

“You’re…fuck sweetheart you’re in labor…”

“I’m sorry about Lola,” Johnny murmurs as a reply once his contraction has tapered off, and Benny shakes his head slightly at the comment. The alpha fights back his tears as he holds the blood covered gauze to his omega’s head, while his other hand comes down to touch his belly. He sees the way Johnny’s right arm is bent, the bone pushing against the skin.

“I don’t care about Lola…I care about you baby. They’re gonna be here soon, they’re gonna get you out. You just gotta hang on for a little longer okay?” Benny says as he looks at his mate, their eyes connect before the alpha leans in for a kiss. Johnny chokes softly as he sits there, before Benny leans into the car more. The younger man tries to put his ear to Johnny’s throat, his eyes closing as he tries to concentrate on the sound.

“H hurts, my chest hurts, feels tight, on the right side.”

“I think he’s got blood in his chest cavity, how far out are the jaws? You’ve got stuff in the rig for a chest tube,” Benny says as he turns his upper body slightly to look at Crank. The redhead nods as he starts to run for the rig again, already mentally planning on how they’ll get this done without access to the car.

“I hope she looks just - just like you,” Johnny murmurs a soft smile on his lips as he looks at Benny’s profile, the alpha turns his head to look at him again. The tanned man can feel the tears welling back up in his eyes, they had had so many conversations about what their daughter would look like.

Johnny would insist that she’d at least have his blue eyes, but they both knew without a doubt that she’d have Benny’s curls. Benny shakes his head quickly, he was trying so hard to not break down in front of his omega. He was trying so hard to keep his scent comforting for Johnny, he was trying to help him with the pain.

“No, no baby. She’s gonna have your eyes, remember? Your pretty blues and my curls, she’s gonna be so beautiful, just like you,” the alpha says as he stares into Johnny’s eyes, the tanned man leans in and kisses his omega softly. Benny looks over at the sound of footsteps heading their way, expecting to see Crank. But instead he’s greeted by Spiers leading the way for firefighters carrying the jaws of life over to the destroyed Nissan.

Four firefighters carry the contraption that is going to pull his husband out of the car. Benny looks at Johnny again. The omega’s blue eyes are dull, the usual shine in them lowered. But he stares right back at Benny, before the alpha leans in to kiss him. A single tear slips down Johnny’s cheek when Benny pulls away, but the alpha has to step back so they can fit the jaws onto the door.

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“We’ve gotta hover for a minute, I can’t land yet! Looks like the jaws just got here too!” Bucky calls over the intercom, while all three of them try to look down at the scene. Gale squints his eyes slightly, able to see the firefighters carrying the metal contraption.

“They said it’s a pregnant omega, they couldn’t tell us much, potential internal bleeding, hopefully no labor signs. But I’ll make sure we’ve got enough stuff out just in case, won’t be the first pup we’ve delivered in the air,” Rosie says as he moves around carefully in the belly of the copter, the alpha pulling out supplies to prepare. Gale watches the scene the best he can, an uneasy feeling has settled into his stomach.

Bucky begins to lower the helicopter down onto a cleared area of the road, the sound of the rotors tearing through the air while the gusts of wind from them blows away any debris that’s nearby, and Gale and Rosie both prepare to jump out.

Their bags are over their shoulders and the body board is clutched in their fists as Rosie slides the door of the copter open. Both alphas jump out and begin their run for the gray Nissan. Gale almost trips when he scents the air, jasmine and cardamom wrapped in a sugary sweetness.

No…no, no

“Oh fuck,” Rosie gasps out when he sees Benny off to the side with Crank, his eyes widen as he looks back at the car again. His pupils land on the bumper sticker before he looks back up, him and Gale share a look. Both alphas quicken their pace, almost choking when they see Johnny in the driver's seat.

“Johnny! It’s gonna be okay! We’re gonna get you out!” Gale calls over all of the noise, the door has been ripped off and tossed to the side. While Gale and Rosie both work with the firefighters to get the omega out, a brace is wrapped around his neck. Rosie’s hands slide the board behind his back, before the seatbelt is cut by scissors.

Gale and Rosie both lift Johnny out, the man lets out a weak little gurgled cry, and suddenly Benny is there again. All three of them make their dash across to where Bucky has the helicopter waiting for them. The omega is anxious to get back in the air, his eyes widened when he recognizes Benny running back with the other two before his gaze lands on the man strapped to the board that Rosie and Gale are carrying with them.

“He’s in labor! I don’t know how long, he’s been contracting every four minutes, Crank was keeping count of them. I think he’s got blood in his chest cavity!” Benny yells as they get into the helicopter, there really wasn’t room for all of them. But neither Rosie nor Gale was going to make Benny stay behind, not when Johnny was in the condition he was in.

Rosie is already sliding scissors between Johnny’s jeans and his leg to cut the soaked material away, while Gale is palpating his chest. Benny takes the scissors from Rosie and cuts the other side of Johnny’s pants off. Both alphas work the material away, followed by the omega’s drenched briefs.

“Bucky! Go! Fly, fly, fly!” Rosie calls, he shifts Johnny’s legs around to get them into a butterfly position while Benny pulls on gloves. His hand automatically reaches for Johnny’s left one, feeling as the omega’s body tenses again. Gale rips open Johnny’s shirt all of the way, before he’s tearing open a chest tube kit.

“Benny…Benny the baby is right there, I can feel her head,” Rosie says as he looks at the tanned alpha. Benny’s head whips to the side to look at the other man before he drops his hand down to feel at Johnny’s entrance. The head of their pup was there. If Johnny pushed at all, she would most likely be born, it wouldn’t take very much.

“Baby, Johnny don’t push. You’ve gotta let your body do what it needs to do. Don’t strain, it’s alright okay?”

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Johnny looks up at Gale’s face, the plastic from the oxygen mask that’s been placed over his mouth and nose obstructs his vision. But he can see that the blonde alpha is focused on his task, his tawny eyebrows are furrowed in concentration.

The omega can hear Benny and Rosie talking, but he doesn’t know what they’re saying. The blood has been rushing in his ears since they got him out of the car. If he’s being completely honest with himself, he’s been fading in and out for the last hour or so.

He does feel as his body tenses again, a pained moan coming from his mouth as he lays there. Benny gently squeezes his hand, while his other stays between Johnny’s legs. He feels as Gale touches his right side, but he doesn’t feel the incision happen for the chest tube.

He doesn’t feel it when Gale starts another IO in his right arm, Rosie passes a blood bag over. The blonde alpha starts to push in the packed red blood cells, while his pale blue eyes watch the monitors above Johnny’s head.

Johnny isn’t focused on anything but Benny’s hand on his own, as his body tenses again. Then there's a sudden burn between his legs, but he can’t focus on it. Not when Benny is touching him, blinking his eyes slowly up to see Gale’s face again.

“You’re doing good Johnny…you should be able to breathe better now. Yea…that’s good, your stats are coming up…let your body do what it needs to,” Gale tells him, as his gloved hand gently brushes over Johnny’s hair, pushing the strands back to expose the gash on his forehead. Gale adjusts the oxygen mask so it isn’t poking him in the eye anymore. The omega lets out a soft sound, before he feels more pressure between his legs.

Johnny wants to cry out, he wants to arch away from it, but he’s too tired right now. He’s too tired to do more than even whimper, and feels Benny squeeze his hand again. He can faintly hear a wet gushing sound, and suddenly, the pressure between his legs is gone. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of him, and then he hears her.

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“I’ve got a blanket, that’s it, you’re doing good Johnny, just keep letting your body do what it needs to,” Rosie says as he holds the white blanket in his hands, the material is warm from the heater they have. Benny nods softly as he carefully tries to help Johnny not tear at all, he didn’t need that on his list of issues.

The alpha watches as his daughter’s head crowns, and Johnny lets out another pained sound above them before Gale rests his hand on the omega’s head, speaking soft words to the laboring man. Benny can physically see as Johnny’s body tenses again, another contraction forcing their daughter’s head to be born.

“Her head’s out sweetheart, you’re doing so good. You’re doing exactly what you need to be doing,” Benny praises, he isn’t sure if Johnny can hear him right now. He isn’t sure if Johnny can hear any of them right now, he just knows that his husband is still breathing. The tube in his side drains away the blood that was pressing down on his lung, the bag hangs in the side of the stretcher.

Johnny’s body tenses up again as another contraction courses through him, and suddenly the baby slides out of him. Amniotic fluid follows behind her little body, while Rosie is quick to lift her up off of the gurney mattress. He uses a bulb syringe to suction out her nose and mouth, which results in a wet cry filling the air around them.

“Yes! That’s it Johnny! Fuck you did it baby!” Bucky calls from the front of the helicopter, the omega flies as fast as he can. They had been up in the air for almost six minutes at this point, and the hospital was still another four if Bucky could beat his fastest time.

Gale looks down to see the little girl squirm slightly, while Rosie rubs her down with the blanket. Benny silently cries as he stares at his daughter before he looks up at his husband again. Johnny’s eyes are half lidded as he lays there, his eyes unable to focus at the moment.

“Hi little girl, that’s it, yea, you’re a strong little one. You’ve got a good set of lungs on you, keep screaming. None of us are gonna complain,” Rosie praises as he rubs her down still, her little face turns red as her cries pick up in volume. Gale looks at Johnny’s face again, pale blue eyes assessing his patient. He looks at the monitors that Johnny is hooked up to, before he’s reaching for the baby.

“Come here, put her on his chest. Feel your baby Johnny, she’s screaming for you, you feel her? That’s your pup, that’s your little girl,” Gale says as he rests the baby down on Johnny’s bare skin, her little body curls into a ball. Her head rests over Johnny’s sternum, while Gale brings up his left arm. He splays out the omega’s slender fingers to cradle her spine, while tears form in the alpha’s eyes.

Benny scoots himself up so he can rest his hand on the top of Johnny’s head, tears now streaming down the tanned alpha’s face. Johnny blinks slowly as he sees Benny’s face for a minute, a little flicker of a smile forms on his lips.

“You did it…you did it baby, she’s right here. You feel her? She’s right here,” Benny whispers brokenly as he looks at his mate, he can feel something shift in their bond. He can feel the tether that keeps them soulbound start to diminish. Benny can’t help the panicked rumbles that start to come up his throat, his fingers come up to feel Johnny’s pulse.

“Johnny, sweetheart, keep your eyes open. Hey, look at me, please. Johnny,” Benny frantically says as he holds Johnny’s jaw, and the omega’s hand starts to slip off of the baby’s back. His hand makes a dull thud as it lands on the gurney, before Gale snatches it and puts it back on the baby’s back, he presses Johnny’s fingers down just a little harder. He looks up at Benny to see the anguish that’s overtaking his face, the tanned alpha is horrified as he feels their bond diminishing.

“Hi Georgie…”

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[softmamawrites]

Home to You

Inspired by Hozier’s cover of ‘Do I Wanna Know?’

I don’t see nearly enough love for our sweet Benny

my first (and certainly not last) post for ‘babes who Benny’

Benny x OC ‘Baby’ - literally just her name, no physical descriptions really

Warnings: Benny being a husband (it’s a goddamn warning okay?), soft newly wed smut, slight breeding kink at the end (look at me and tell me that man doesn’t want to be a daddy and I’ll tell you why you’re wrong)

Words: 2.3k

Moodboard by me

Dividers by @enchanthings

Benny tries to stay quiet when he comes into the apartment, knowing that more than likely Baby is asleep on the couch. He told her constantly that she didn’t have to wait up for him, especially on nights like tonight when he knew he’d be on the base late, having to run drills, test planes, and help train new cadets. She always insisted she’d wait, and have dinner waiting for him, but she’d almost always doze off on the couch.

His Baby was a busy woman herself, a teacher down at the local elementary school. He loved when he could go down to see her when he’d get out early, all the little kids around her cooed over Benny. The soldier was always dressed to the nines in his uniform, cap on his head, and the dazzling smile that had won his sweet wife over.

The man steps into the living room and smiles softly as he sees her, curled up under a quilt. The book she was reading is slumped down onto the cushion underneath her, her head is resting on the arm of the couch, and her glasses askew from the position she was in. A little chuckle escapes him as he walks over to gently take her book, making sure he doesn’t lose her page.

Before he’s gently sliding her glasses off of her face, his finger tuck them into his shirt pocket. His arms come up next to slide under her, able to feel the plush curve of her waist under his forearm. He slides her into himself, getting her head to rest on his shoulder. His other arm slips under the crooks of her knees, able to feel her bare skin against his.

No doubt her nylons had been taken off as soon as she’d gotten home from school today. The see through material neatly put away on her side of the dresser, just like she did every night. Benny heads down the short hallway for their bedroom, the apartment they lived in was by no means large. But it was more than enough for the young newly married couple, it felt like home. It felt like what Benny had dreamed of the entire time he was overseas, what he would cry about at night in the stalag.

He had fought his way to get home to her and he would do it again if it meant he got to have nights like these. He would go through all of it again if it meant he got to come home and meet his sweet Baby. Benny carefully lays her down onto their bed, the quilt already tucked down to expose the soft pale yellow sheets underneath.

Baby makes a soft noise once she’s been deposited onto the bed, and her nose scrunches in annoyance. It makes Benny chuckle softly as he leans down to press a soft kiss to her temple. Before he feels dainty fingers come up to curl around the back of his neck. His girl tilts her head up for him more, while she tries to brush their lips together.

“I’ve gotta shower Baby…I’ll be right back. I smell like oil and engine fuel,” Benny murmurs, it gets a whine in response, and his grin grows just a tad. He sits on the side of the bed next to her hip and lower spine, the woman is partially curled on her side. Her eyes stay closed as she lays there, her soft hand slides down over his ear. Gentle fingers trail over his jawline, able to feel the scruff that is there, before they get to the side of his neck.

Benny would usually keep himself clean shaven, but he knew Baby liked the feel of his scruff. It reminds her of when they first met, Benny fresh off the train, back home from England. The soldier had stumbled right into Baby, her books had fallen down at their feet. Then the rest was history, she was like a breath of fresh air that he didn’t know his lungs needed desperately.

“Kiss me like you missed me…then you can go scrub clean,” she says, voice slightly hoarse from disuse, Benny’s lips split into a wider grin. The man is leaning down to press his mouth against her’s before she’s even truly finished her sentence. Her pretty red polished nails gently scratch at the hair that grows along his jawline, while their noses rub together.

Benny is the one who has to force himself to pull away, while his forehead leans down to press against her’s softly. A gentle nuzzle of their noses together gets her to smile, before she’s tilting her head up to kiss his forehead. A warm flush heats up his cheeks to the tips of his ears, they’d been together almost two years, married now for six months, and he still felt shy sometimes.

“Okay…you can go now,” Baby murmurs, it makes Benny chuckle as he pulls away from her affectionate attention. His soft brown eyes gaze down at her, before he’s pressing a kiss to her forehead once more. The man gets off of their bed, going to grab his towel and boxers. A quick glance back shows Baby is still in the same spot that he left her in, the quilt from their couch draped over her still.

“Keep the bed warm for me Baby?”

“I think that’s your job Ben, but I’ll do my best,” Benny smiles softly as he steps down for their bathroom, the bathroom door is quietly closed. While the man starts to prepare to wash himself down, his uniform is stripped off and set down so it doesn’t wrinkle. His years of being in the military come into use here, all he wants is to crawl into bed next to his wife. He wants to wrap his arms around her and snuggle in, smell her soft lotion, and touch her even smoother skin.

The man is quick and efficient in the shower, humming a low tune to himself as he goes. A little smile forms on his face when he realizes it’s ’Blue Skies’, goddamn Bucky Egan. Benny finishes his shower, the water is being cut off, and he’s poked his hand out for his towel. His fingers snag the cotton material, pulling it in by himself and he begins to dry off. He slides the towel around his waist and tucks it together for a moment as he goes to finish his nighttime routine.

It isn’t long before he’s heading back down the hall for their bedroom, the towel in his hands is being used to dry his hair. Benny steps into their room and smiles when he sees Baby in bed still. The only indication that she’s gotten up is that the quilt from the couch is gone, and she’s tucked under the one on their bed. He hangs his towel on the closet door before he’s crawling in by her.

“Hi,” Benny whispers once he’s gotten into bed with her, she smiles softly as she looks up at him. The both of them turn on their sides to face each other, her soft palm comes up to gently cup his face. His brown eyes meet her gentle ones, while one of his arms curls across her waist to tug her close to his chest. The feel of her soft slip rubs against his skin, the touch makes him let out a quiet sigh.

“Hi sweetheart,” She murmurs, while her body slides just a little closer to rub her nose against his, before she leans in and kisses him. Their lips move in a slow glide, his hand cruises down her side to grip the soft curve of her hip. His large thumb swipes across the plush flesh that is there, his nose nuzzles into her’s more.

Benny pulls her body closer to his own, his hand slides down over her hip to gently cup her butt. A little breathless laugh falls from her lips as she holds him closer to herself. Her gentle fingers curl into the back of his still damp hair, before she wiggles so she can straddle him now. The man lays under her, his brown eyes hold a soft look to them, but his pupils dilate as he stares up at her.

“You’re so pretty Baby,” Benny murmurs as he lays under her, one of his hands trails up her soft thigh. A gentle squeeze being placed before he slides his hand up her slip to expose more of her to his greedy eyes. The man lets out a soft groan when he sees that she isn’t wearing any underwear. His length twitches underneath her core that’s pressed down onto him, the woman smiles softly as she looks down at him.

“Thank you Mr. Demarco,” Baby hums back to him, while she leans down with a hand to his chest for a kiss. Her center grinds down against him, the motion causes another moan to come from between his lips. Benny pushes up slightly to kiss her a little harder, able to feel as she sucks at his lower lip. A soft nibble is placed there, before her lips move along his scruffy jaw.

One of Baby’s hands comes down between them, his hips lift to help her push his boxers down. His half hard cock slides out to push up between her folds, the woman moans quietly. His length nestles against her, Benny can feel how warm she is, her center holds him close to her body. A slight dampness rubs against him as she shifts again, her touch gentle as she leads him inside of herself.

“Fuck Baby…” Benny sighs out, his cock gives a twitch as he finishes to harden inside of her. His large hand grips her slip, not to control the pace, simply just to hold on for the ride. Both of her hands come down to rest on his chest now as she sits up a little more on his waist. The moonlight that shines in the room makes her look ethereal, the rays glint off of her soft skin, her hair even glows.

Baby’s hips roll in a slow motion at first, while she lets her body adjust to the stretch that is her husband. Her walls squeeze around him snuggly, while her thighs spread and cradle his hips. She opens her eyes to look down at him, a flush forms on her cheeks when she sees the way he’s already staring up at her. His plush lips spread open with soft pants of air, his free hand comes to hold the side of her thigh.

She hums softly as she rolls her waist on him at an even pace, carefully adjusting how she’s sitting so one of her hands can slide behind herself. Her soft delicate fingers rest back on one of his thighs, the touch makes the muscle tense and twitch. Benny pushes himself up, one of his hands rests down into the mattress so his other can slide around to the small of her back.

His nose nuzzles between her breasts, soft kisses being placed to her sternum. The both of them pant quietly as they work together, hips roll and bodies nudge together. Baby brings her hands up to tilt Benny’s head back, gentle fingers grip the back of his head as she does. Her forehead comes down to rest on his, as a little whimper comes from her throat.

“I love you…you’re always so good to me,” Benny whispers, his breath hitches in his throat as he slides his hand down to grip her butt now. The man helps her rock against him, able to feel as she starts to climb that peak. Her little pearl grinds against the hair at his base, just as her walls begin to spasm around him.

Benny moans against her mouth as she rolls her hips just a little quicker on him, his fingertips dig into her buttcheek gently. The man lets her use him, lets her make herself feel good, he’d do this every day if he could. He’d let her have whatever she wants, just as long as she took him with her on the journey.

“I love you too B…so much, please,” Baby whimpers out to him, he nods against her, he uses his hand to grind her down into him harder. His other fingers clutch at the sheets under him, he tries to hold on for her, the rhythmic pulses of her around him are starting to drag him down. Both of them moan at the feel of the other, before she kisses him harder, and her body locks up.

Benny can feel as she squeezes around him even tighter, his hips push up just slightly into her. The man desperately tries to sink into her deeper, as she moans his name like a symphony. Her lips pull away from him to pant, while her forehead presses down into his a little harder.

“G - gonna give you a baby…promise, gonna make you a mama…fuck sweetheart,” Benny whimpers as his hips push into her a little harder, while his lower abdomen spasms. Her fingers tug his hair just a little harder, as their lips slide together in a messy connection.

“Please Benny…can feel how close you are, fill me up, please sweetheart,” she whispers breathlessly to him, his fingertips dig into her skin a little harder. His head tips back into her palms as he starts to release, and the familiar warmth fills her center. Benny’s hand helps her hips rock down into him, dragging out their highs, before his eyes open to look up at his wife.

Baby is already staring down at him, a soft smile on her lips before she leans in to kiss him. He lays back against the pillows, his hand gently brings her with him. Both of his palms slide up her sides to squeeze her closer to himself, while his soft cock slides out of her.

“I love you Mr. Demarco,”

“I love you too Mrs. Demarco,”

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seven(ish) sentences Friday

Tagged by the wonder @roseszirnheld 💕 thank you

have some alpha Brady and omega Benny 😏

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Johnny is twitching in the same spot he’s been in for the last three hours, everyone else having evacuated the barrack room as soon as the doors opened. Brady’s scent had coated the room, spicy lemongrass leaving nothing untouched. He doesn’t hear the door opening quietly from where he’s laid out.

There are tears of frustration in his eyes as he lays there, he can do this. He can get through his rut, he doesn’t need to go find a poor omega to sink into. He’s a good Catholic boy, he’s resisted for 24 years, he can last another two days. It isn’t until the sudden sweet smell of vanilla is assaulting him that his eyes are opening.

His head turns so rapidly that his neck cracks, pupils blowing wider, a rumbling sound forming in his chest. Just to realize that it’s Benny standing there, concern is in his brown orbs. The omega is staring at Johnny worriedly, keeping a little bit of distance between them. He’s still so close that it makes Brady’s mouth water, his cock jumping, and his knot is throbbing.

“B - Benny what are you doing in here?”

“I…I don’t know honestly, but I know I can’t leave you in here like this Johnny. Let me help you? I can jerk you off or you could use my mouth, just let me help,” The omega borderline begs as he stares at his best friend, the older man blinking slowly. Almost like he’s dazed, and the alpha is, the scent coming off of Benny is so heady it’s got his eyes swimming. Benny watches as Johnny fights the fluttering of his eyes, he’s trying so hard to not look down.

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(more sentences Friday)

Tagged by the lovely @pinenutpbj

some lines from my piece TWYN

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Red Cross packages were so far and few between, packages and letters were staggered. It had a lot of the alphas on edge especially, that natural instinct to take care of and protect their packs in overdrive. Glenn being a newly presented alpha was struggling, sometimes snapping at Gale. Only to back down almost immediately and tuck himself into one of the bunks like he was hiding.

Gale never said anything when Glenn would have his outbursts, accepting it from the new alpha pup, letting him work through it. The blonde alpha knew it wasn’t intentional, Glenn wasn’t challenging him, the younger man was struggling. They were all struggling, all of them trying to find new ways to keep themselves occupied.

Brady looks down as he feels Juliet shift against his side, her nose scrunching up just a little bit. He can feel as she stretches her legs out from where they’ve been curled around his thigh. It was snowing outside today, thick flurries that were coming down in a steady stream. He could look out the window and it would almost remind him of home for a split second.

Juliet makes a soft grumbling noise as she lays there, Brady turning his head back down to look at her. Seeing the little pinch between her eyebrows, it makes him want to chuckle. Before she’s opening her sleepy green eyes to look up at him, snuggling herself closer to him. Her dainty fingers are curling into the side of his shirt, her arm tucked across his chest.

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I’m bad at tagging people, I don’t wanna be annoying but

@steviewicks45 @roseszirnheld @swifty-fox @oopsiedaisiesbaby @joeyalohadream

and of purse anyone who wants to play along 😊

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely @roseszirnheld 💕

here’s a snippet from Love Within These Halls part 4

John groans softly as he pulls his leg towards his chest, stretching the muscles in his hip and pelvis. Eyes closing slightly at the extension of his ligaments and tendons. Before he’s grunting at the feel of another person’s hand on his knee. More the pressure of his leg getting pushed farther into his chest. Looking up to see Curt kneeling in front of him, his eyebrow cocked at the younger boy.

“Why? That hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, ya dumbass. It’s stretching the muscle out, it’s keeping you from getting tense. That’s the point of physical therapy, they don’t call it pain and torture for nothing.” Curt responds as he pushes John’s leg again, before he’s pulling the boy’s thigh out a bit to the side. John gritting his teeth a little at the feel of his muscles pulling in his pelvis again. Curt humming a bit as he does the exercises that Patrick and Danica have shown him. John pushing at his hand slightly, Curt squeezing his kneecap.

“Christ Curt, you’re gonna break my hip.” John grunts softly as he looks down at watch the way Curt manipulates his body. Knowing rationally that Patrick stretches him farther than this on a good day. But today hadn’t been the best day, John had slacked off on his stretches the last few days. So he was feeling stiff now that it was Friday night, he had been able to drop to two days a week for physical therapy.

Neither of them hear the door opening, or the sound of Gale’s keys jingling as he comes in with pizza. The three of them had been planning on a movie night because Ken had to leave town for a work event. So Curt was going to be home all weekend, and John had already whined to the heavens about not getting dicked down. Even though Gale has promised he will still get dick this weekend, it will just require John staying quiet.

“I’m not gonna break your fuckin hip, ya goddamn baby. Physical therapy only works if ya actually do it. So, stretch your damn muscles out.” Curt tells the younger boy, both of them looking over at the sound of Gale’s squawk. The youngest standing there, his black hair gelled back out of his face. Holding two boxes of pizza, some breadsticks on the top, and his eyes glued to the two of them.

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then because I’m feeling self indulgent, I have a pack omega piece with an OC I’ve been working on for a minute. no name for it yet but I’m quietly and slowly chipping away at it.

“You did what?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Jesus Christ!” Brady hollers as he all but throws one of the wooden chairs at Buck, the blond alpha trying his hardest to not growl. Standing across the small rounded table from the volatile beta, Bucky leaning against his own bunk. While Juliet slowly makes her way over to the beds, carefully climbing up by Benny. The beta wide eyed as he stares at Brady borderline screaming at the only alpha in the room at the moment. Both Gale and Juliet smelling like the other, her cheeks holding a soft flush to them still.

But the shakes from her heat being unsatisfied having diminished, her body sated for the time being. Just needing to sleep now, just needing to rest where she could. She felt sticky between her thighs still, she knew she smelt like slick. She knew she smelt like heat, her skin was clinging to the scent of Gale, the scent of her alpha. Whether he intended to claim her or not was a different story, but the emotional tether was there now. It would take too much to break it, and with tensions as high as they were. It could prove a lethal endeavor, but neither of them could think about it at the moment.

“I didn’t mean to Brady, stop threatening to throw things. I couldn’t let someone else come in and hurt her. God dammit!” Gale groans as Brady chucks one of the cups at him, the metal hitting off of Gale’s forearm. Clattering to the floor by Bucky’s feet, while Benny wraps his arm around Juliet gently. Letting her tuck her nose into his chest, making a quiet sound at her alpha yelling. Gale’s eyes instantly flicking to the bunk to look at her, not seeing the almost murderous look that has taken over Brady’s face. Bucky pushing off of the bunk now to step closer to the blond alpha and brunet beta.

“Okay, okay, we get it. Buck shouldn’t have knotted her, but it was either him or someone else doing it. Or she would have gone feral, and we know exactly what they do to feral omegas in here. He didn’t mate mark her, Brady put the goddamn cup down.” John says as he looks at the younger beta, hearing the little sad trill that Juliet lets out. Benny turning his head slightly to look at them all, watching the way Gale stiffens at her sad sound. Benny’s eyes connecting with Bucky’s for just a moment before they’re all looking back at Juliet.

“You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not here. Gale didn’t take advantage of me...it happened, there isn’t anything we can do about it right now. Please stop throwing things at him Brady.” The omega murmurs from where she’s got herself tucked into Benny. The Italian beta keeping her close to himself, she was still slightly heat warm. She might need one more knot to fully knock it out of her system, but she was right. There wasn’t anything they could do right now, there was no use in fighting.

Brady huffs softly before he’s looking at Gale, seeing the way the alpha is already staring at Juliet. The woman dozing on Benny’s chest, exhausted and spent. Feeling safe with her alpha and betas surrounding her, Brady glares for a another minute before he’s going to take the end of the bunk to rest near her.

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I always feel awkward tagging people but: @steviewicks45 @swifty-fox @joeyalohadream @weimarweekly and anyone else who wants to join in of course 💕🥰

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Several Sentences Sunday but actually Monday. Tagged by @steviewicks45 thank you for the lovely tag 💕

I haven’t written anything for my mama John chapter 4 yet, I don’t know what all I want to include for it quiet yet.

but here is some untitled alpha!Brady x omega!OC

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“J Johnny…Johnny I can’t.” Vivian whispers as she stands frozen on the train platform, the man looking down at her. Confusion crossing his features before he sees the terror on her face, setting down their bags he gently tugs her off to the side. Bringing a hand around the small omega’s head, resting her against his chest. Letting her breathe in his soothing rum scent, her nose tucked into his sternum. While he holds her, breathing deeply and trying to scent her, catching the way her soft apple scent is swirling.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Brady murmurs as he feels the tension leaving her shoulders, his hand swiping down her spine softly. Rubbing his wrist on the outside of her coat, before she’s pulling away to look up at him. Green orbs holding so much emotion it almost knocks him on his ass. The omega making a soft and sad trilling noise for a moment before she stops herself. Not missing the way a few heads turn at the sound of a distressed omega.

“I’m, I’m not Catholic. I don’t want to disappoint your parents or make them upset with you at all.”

“Honey…they aren’t going to mind.” Brady tries to reassure, seeing the way she’s already shaking her head adamantly. Her dainty fingers holding onto the outside of his military coat, her own looking a little baggy on her. Neither of them fit their uniforms anymore, both of them having lost weight in the camp. Their clothes almost looked comical on them when they’d first put them on back at Thorpe Abbots.

“You don’t know that Johnny, you don’t know that they won’t be disgusted by me.” She whimpers to him, a few tears welling on her waterline. Before he’s gently cupping her cheeks, rubbing a thumb under one eye to catch the tear droplet that escaped. Getting her to meet his own eyes, his forehead coming down to rest on her’s gently.

“I do know, because I’ve already told them about you sweetheart. I’ve written letters about you to my ma and my sisters…they know about us. They know we’re going to get married, they know you’re going to be my mate. And when I told them that you weren’t Catholic, all they said was that I’d found myself a good little ‘mega to bring home.” The alpha rumbles to her, trying to get her to relax, not liking the way her scent has gone a little sour in her panic. Burnt apples filtering up to his nose, while he brings one hand down to slide down her arm. Squeezing gently before he’s rubbing their wrists together in the most gentle of motions. Their noses touching now in a soothing manner, something they did in the camp together too. Something for when they needed that comfort from one another at night after the horrors they had witnessed.

“Y you told them about me?” Vivian whispers as she looks up at the taller alpha, he smiles a little bashfully before he’s nodding his head. Kissing her forehead gently and pulling her back in for another hug. Feeling the way she breathes deeply, her scent shifting yet again. Showing how pleased she is, a soft little purr coming up her throat from her chest. Making him grin a little, her wrist brushing against his again softly.

“Of course I did…I had to tell them about my best girl.” Brady responds, hearing another pleased trill slip from her mouth before she can stop it. His own responding rumble settling them both, before she’s nodding against his chest. Both of them pulling away from one another so he can pick up their bags again. Leading her from the station, searching over heads for familiar brunette curls. His younger sister seeing him first and beginning to scream his name, the rest of his family turning their heads to look.

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I don’t know if it’ll ever see the light of day, but I have many, many thoughts and ideas for this man swirling around.

I never know who to tag in these so anyone who sees this and wants to participate, please come and do it! I love reading everyone’s stuff.

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And Then There Was You: Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of ATTWY - a little more of bitter John, but Gale is slowly melting that icy exterior. More of the little twinies 🥰 and of course more mama John

Words: 14.4k

Warnings: sad boy hour for Gale in the beginning, bitter bitch John, postpartum depression, postpartum anxiety, sad boy John, vaginal bleeding (not graphic), medical vaginal examination, stitches removal (not graphic), lactation kink, cumming in pants, cumming untouched, medical anxiety, two grown men having a good constructive conversation

Thank you to @trashbag-baby666 for helping me and listening to me scream about mama John and his little babies 💕

Moodboard by me

Dividers by: @sweetmelodygraphics

“He’s back…and apparently he’s going to sit in the rain.” Brady says as he looks out the front window to see Gale sitting on their porch steps now. The rain having come in quickly, pouring down in an even drizzle. Benny looks up from where he’s mixing the pasta with the sauce, the oven preheating next to him. Watching as his fiancé stands with his arms crossed in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at their old Major.

“You gonna go talk to him?”

“Me? This is your mess, I told you, I warned you Bernard.” Johnny responds as he turns to look at his husband, the Italian man holding up his hands in mock surrender. Before he’s pointing with a noise at the dinner he’s preparing, an extra dish of it to the side to bring to John’s. Brady letting out a deep sigh before he’s shaking his head at the younger man.

Stepping into the hallway and going towards their front door, huffing quietly. Looking through the screen at the way Gale is sitting there still, not seeming to even notice that the rain is hitting him. His blond hair flattened to his head, toothpick long gone from his mouth.

Johnny wonders if he saw the twins, if John was outside on the porch swing. Or if John had seen Gale coming and stopped him from getting any closer. He knew John was upset with him and Benny, he had already received one phone call from the older man. He didn’t blame John, he really didn’t, it took John a long time to tell them who the father was.

Brady had finally managed to get it out of him one night, the three of them had been up in the nursery. Benny finishing up the crib, and building a small bookshelf for the few books John had managed to find so far. John was sitting in the rocking chair that Brady had found at the thrift store. Hands on his belly as he rocked quietly, before he softly told them that the baby was Gale’s.

Johnny had had an inkling, but he didn’t want to push at all. He had known the two Majors were inseparable in the camp, just like him and Benny had been. What he hadn’t expected was Gale just uping and leaving, leaving John at the train station. He didn’t expect Gale to just pretend John didn’t exist ever again, or to abandon him.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what was going through Gale’s head. They had exchanged a few letters over the course of the past few months. But neither Benny nor Brady had mentioned a word about John, it wasn’t their place. If Gale wanted to get ahold of John, he could figure out how to go about that. Brady opens the front screen door, letting it close quietly behind him.

“You didn’t tell me.” Gale says softly as he sits on the other man’s porch, the sound of the door opening having pulled him from his little reverie. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he sits there, thinking back to how tiny the babies were. The one having tight blonde curls, and the other dark haired. Curled up into tiny little balls against John’s chest, Gale can feel the tears starting.

“It wasn’t my place to tell you Gale…trust me. John is not happy with us right now. He’s been through the wringer the last 8 ½ months now, we were surprised to run into him to begin with. Even more surprised when he agreed to move down the street from us. I don’t know the entire story of what happened, he refused to tell us who the father was for the longest time. He was trying to protect you still, and I don’t really understand why. It isn’t my place to know his thought process. But he’s a good mama Gale, and I’ll be damned if you are going to hurt him again.” Brady states as he stands there, voice completely even with his arms crossed over his chest.

Looking at the blond Major, hair completely flat on his head. The rain having soaked down into his clothes, looking almost like a drowned rat. Sighing softly he goes back inside to grab a towel, Benny coming back with him. Both of them getting Gale into the house, Benny getting him up and into their bathroom for a shower. Before he’s coming back down by his fiancé, seeing him leaning against the door frame on the phone.

“I know John, I’m not saying to fold to him. I’m saying to give him a chance, it’s up to you if you want to. Now do you have dinner for tonight? Because Benny made that pasta dish you like…okay, alright. I’ll bring it by for lunch for you tomorrow. Give Ruthie and Milo kisses from Uncle Benny and I.” Brady hangs up the phone, groaning softly as he rubs his hands down his face. Benny leaning against the counter across from him, both of them sharing a look. Knowing this is going to be a very long road, John was stubborn when he wanted to be.

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“Milo…Milo please, you’ve got to latch. You’re hungry…mama’s got it right here.” John tries to soothe his son, exhausted from the almost one hour crying session. Ruthie having woken up first to eat, get her diaper changed, she was reswaddled and back to sleep rather quickly. Milo had woken up just as John was laying Ruth back down, screaming like his life was ending. The little boy kicking his legs weakly, while John changed his diaper and then tried to nurse him. Milo fighting him every step of the way, turning his head and screaming louder.

“Shhh bubba…mama’s got you.” John whispers as he stands from the bed carefully, wincing at the tugging sensation in his groin. Beginning to walk the length of his room again, he could feel milk dripping from his nipple. Initiated by Milo’s screams, he knew his son was hungry, why he fought John so hard he would never understand. He gently pats Milo’s back, trying to get him to relax enough to latch on. Adjusting the baby again and looking down into his little red face, tears welling in John’s own eyes. Before he’s trying again feebly to get Milo to nurse, a brief image of the formula in the cupboard filling his mind. Shaking his head slightly he shifts again, sitting on the bed.

“There we go…I knew you were hungry.” John murmurs once Milo has latched on, hungrily pulling at John’s nipple. Making the man wince at the tenderness, rubbing his big hand down the back of the baby’s head. Feeling his downy soft hair, breathing deeply as he feels that tingly sensation of his milk dropping. Milo’s little gulps being heard, John’s eyes closing for just a moment as he sits there. Peeking over at a still sleeping Ruth, letting out a deep sigh.

“I love you Milo.” The man says as he runs his hand over the back of his son’s head, breathing deeply as he sits there. Feeling his little hand coming up to rest on his chest, John’s thumb coming down to brush across his soft skin. Smiling a bit as he looks at him, watching as his eyes flutter, beginning to grow tired. The midwife had told him to not let the babies get used to falling asleep at his chest. But he couldn’t bring himself to unlatch them when they were nursing, especially not when he fought with Milo to get him to latch sometimes.

He feels the baby disconnect a few minutes later, little milk dribbles down his chin as he sleeps peacefully against John’s naked chest. The man rises up slowly, getting the baby wrapped in his blanket, laying him down in his bassinet. John quietly gets into bed himself, getting somewhat comfortable facing both babies on his side.

-2 days later-

John sighs softly as he opens the front door to see Gale weeding the front yard. Going along the fence as he works, having borrowed the weeding tools from Benny. John slowly makes his way down the porch, both babies cradled in one of his arms. He struggled with putting them down, constantly worrying something would happen if he walked away. He would miss a cry, miss a sign they were hungry, one of them would stop breathing, one of them would roll over and suffocate themselves.

Even if he knew rationally they wouldn’t be able to roll over yet, it was a petrifying fear of his. He struggled with even taking a shower sometimes, having begun to roll the bassinet into the bathroom. Both babies usually sleeping when he did shower, he could flick the curtain open to look at them. And that seemed to ease some of his discomfort, holding them and feeling them breathe was what helped him the most.

John would sometimes sit up at night to watch them breathe, laying in his bed or even sitting on the side of it. Counting the breaths that both babies take, terrified that if he closes his eyes he’ll miss something. Sometimes when he closes his eyes he sees Ruthie’s lips turning blue again. Or he hears Milo’s little choking noise as he struggled to bring in air. So holding them and keeping them against his body was his best answer to those thoughts and fears.

“Go home Gale.” John sighs as he steps onto the sidewalk to go and check the mail, he was waiting on his check from the military. He needed to pay the electric bill, pay the water bill, and get some groceries if he had any leftover money. That was part of the reason Benny and Brady were so hard up on making sure he was fed. Gale looks up from where he’s been working, smiling softly when he sees the babies.

Their little bodies curled and tucked into John’s chest, sleeping soundly against their mama. Gale’s eyes watching as John holds them both, seeming to have gotten a good handle on how to keep them both close.

Benny had broken down and told him their names, Ruth Adelaide and Milo Curtis, he had also told Gale of how John birthed them at home, 6 entire weeks early. Ruthie first completely by himself, and then a surprise with Milo. Both Brady and Benny had been there to help that time, the midwife finally showing up just as John had pushed Milo out. It made Gale admire John even more, thinking about how scared John must have been. But John just pushed through to have the babies, and Gale was glad John had Brady and Benny with him for the end of it.

“Good morning John…good morning babies.” He hums the ending as he kneels there in the grass, watching as the older man slowly makes his way to the mailbox. Gale frowning when he sees the little limp that John still has, Benny had mentioned that John was pushing himself too hard. He almost refused any help from the boys, adamant he could take care of the twins by himself. John checks the mailbox, pulling out a few envelopes, a little sigh of relief leaving his mouth. Before he’s turning to head back towards the house, adjusting the littles in his arm. Both of them peacefully sleeping, having kept John up half of the night.

“Benny sent me with food, it’s on the porch.” Gale says as he nods at the paper bag sitting on the porch swing. John tenses for a second, before he’s slowly climbing the stairs, adjusting the twins and grabbing the bag. Going back in the house and shutting the door, Gale letting out a soft sigh as he kneels in the grass. Wiping his brow before he sets off on continuing his task, he knew the lawn had to be driving John crazy. He would run the lawn mower that Benny and Brady have, but he didn’t want to risk waking the babies up. Benny had suggested starting small with John, and this was new for Gale.

John being volatile angry with him was new, he had never made the older man angry with him before. They had always been close, thicker than thieves right away when they met. So seeing this side of John was heart breaking for Gale, it made him nauseous. It made his insides twist painfully, he wanted the old John back. The one who would squeeze his cheeks playfully, smack his hand down on his thigh. Take up the space next to Gale unapologetically, now he seemed like a shell of himself.

-3 weeks old-

Gale quietly walks up the steps of John’s house, feeling as one creeks a bit. Making a mental note to see if Benny had some tools he could borrow to fix it. His head lifting as he hears screaming on the other side of the door, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Realizing it’s both babies that are crying at the same time, he can just hear John’s voice. Chewing on his lower lip he cracks open the door, the wailing getting louder.

“John? It’s Gale…do you need any help?” He asks, stepping in farther towards the living room, following the screams. Before he hears the crack in John’s voice, getting into the living room. Seeing the chaos that has unfolded, both babies shrieking from where John has them pressed against his chest.

John rocking slowly back and forth with them both, stripped down to his briefs. A bright red stain on the crotch of his underwear, tears tracking down John’s own cheeks as he tries to soothe the babies. He’s leaking milk down his chest to his stomach, the waist band of his underwear sticking to him because of it.

“John, hey John, it’s me Gale. Can I help at all?” Gale questions as he looks at the older man, worried by the blood and the way he’s rocking. Like he’s not even here at this point, all three of them crying together. Gale wonders how many times this has happened, he takes a deep breath. Stepping around to gently lay his hand on John’s bicep, trying to get his attention. Bloodshot eyes opening to look at him, before John is recoiling.

“Go away…just, go away.” John croaks out, trying to get up but wincing and having to stay seated. He had been up on his feet too much lately, he wasn’t resting, he had started bleeding heavier again. Gale sits on the coffee table and looks at him, taking a deep breath again.

Seeing the way John is refusing to look at him now, both babies still hollering. John trying to rock them gently, his midsection sore and irritated, his core was throbbing at this point. He felt wet and sticky in his briefs, he needed to get up and change. But neither baby was giving up the ghost this morning, they had been up since just after 330am.

“John, please let me help. I can take one so you can feed the other, or I could try to change diapers. Just let me do something.” Gale pleads quietly as he looks at the man who holds a chunk of his heart. John finally looking at him, defeated tears in his eyes as he sits there. Before he’s taking a deep breath and sniffling quietly, trying to balance both babies as he goes to rise again.

“Tell me what to grab and I’ll grab it John.” The blond says as he stands up, going to grab the items that John tells him. The babies still screaming, it making Gale’s ears ring and feel slightly numb. He hurries back with two fresh cloth diapers, a few cloth wipes, new sleepers, and a cup of water for John. He watches as John carefully lays Ruthie down on the couch, her little arms and legs kicking as she bawls. Milo wailing from where he’s got his face pressed into John’s collar bone, Gale kneels next to the couch. Gently shifting Ruthie around, her feet kicking sporadically while John rests his hand down to rub over her soft hair.

“I’ve never changed a diaper before…but it can’t be that difficult right?” Gale asks as he looks up at the older man, John shakes his head softly. Starting to explain the cloth diaper to Gale, shifting Milo around in his arms to try to get him to latch. The baby screeching as he tries to pull away, John breathing deeply before he’s carefully turning Milo back. Rubbing his nipple across Milo’s lips, little drips of milk leaking down into his mouth. The baby turning his head to latch on, greedily gulping and pulling down milk. John’s eyes closing at the zing of pain that goes down his spine, trying to adjust Milo slightly.

“There…I think that’s right. Right?” Gale asks once he’s gotten the diaper secured, John looking over at Ruthie. Her screams having quieted slightly, still fussing and turning her head to face John. The black haired man’s hand coming down to gently rub over her head again. Eyes examining the diaper before he nods again, Gale picking up the sleeper he grabbed. A soft pink colored one, Gale carefully getting her dressed before John is going to lift her up. Adjusting how he’s sitting with a wince, hooking his arm under her little body into a football hold. Before he’s leading her to his free nipple, nose scrunching as she latches on hungrily.

“When he’s done do you want me to take him? I can change him.” Gale offers, watching as John sits there holding both babies. Sitting criss crossed, his eyes closing as he focuses on his breathing. He squirms slightly at the pain in his groin, before he’s looking down at his quiet babies. Milo staring up at him, little fingers gripping at John’s chest, while Ruth nurses slowly. Her kicks having subsided, her body tucked into John as she suckles in even pulls.

“He’ll be done soon…you can change him.” John murmurs after a few minutes, seeing Gale nod his head softly. Before he’s grabbing the cup of water and offering it to John, frowning when he realizes that both of his hands are occupied. The blond kneeling up more to bring it to John’s lips, the older watching closely. Accepting the cup against his mouth, sipping at the water slowly while watching Gale with a critical gaze.

“Okay…it can’t be that much different from changing your sister.” The blond murmurs as he lays an almost asleep Milo down on the couch by John. Watching as the older man adjusts Ruth against his chest, the little girl drowsy now. Gale undoes his sleeper, before he’s getting down to the diaper. John watching from the corner of his eye, waiting for what he knows is coming. Gale undoing the diaper and reaching for the cloth wipes, while pulling the diaper down. John biting his lip and bringing his hand up to cover Milo’s face as he starts to pee. Spraying Gale’s throat and shirt, a shocked expression on the blond’s face. It taking everything in John to not laugh, feeling some pee hit his hand where he’s blocking Milo’s face.

“You knew that was going to happen.”

“I did…he’s gotten all of us. He got Benny in the face.” Gale nods softly, trying not to pout at all as he works carefully to change Milo’s diaper. John brushing his large hand across the baby’s soft hair. His little head tilting to the side as he sleeps soundly, John letting out a deep breath. Looking down at Ruth who is asleep on his chest, the man freezing slightly when he realizes he’s been sitting here in front of Gale in just his briefs. He feels a red hot flush of embarrassment take over, eyes closing as he wills the tears not to start back up. Shifting to carefully get up, carrying Ruth to the double bassinet he has down here.

“When you’re done changing him…put him in there.” John murmurs as he slowly hobbles past Gale to the stairs, wincing as he carefully climbs them. Trying to shield his body from view, his stomach was still distended from carrying two babies. His chest a little puffy and inflamed, he knew he had to have bled through to his briefs by now. He was sure he looked like a damn mess, and Gale had seen him like this.

Gale watches him go, admiring the muscle in John’s back and shoulders. His pale skin holding a healthy flush to it now, freckles and dimples on display. Not missing the little limp he has, frowning and wondering how sore he must be at the moment. Brady had said he was doing too much, and the midwife had told John to accept help more often. Gale looks down at the sleeping baby on the couch, his little arms next to his body as he snoozes.

John gets upstairs to his room, going to find himself some clothing that will fit properly. He had been able to adjust the waistband on some of his pants while pregnant. His shirts had been reduced to mostly flannels over undershirts, he couldn’t afford nor find any of the bras that would supposedly fit him. They were supposed to be specifically for lactating men, and he had yet to track any down. Grabbing himself a pair of briefs, slacks, and a black undershirt he steps over to the bathroom. Making sure his padding supplies are all there, pushing his underwear down and sitting to pee. Wincing at the burning over his still healing stitches, eyes closing as he finishes going. Wiping and sighing as he sees the blood, heavier than it was even last night. Midwife Carole was going to have words for him when she came for her weekly visit.

“I know you said to put him in the bassinet…I just, this is just the first time I’ve held him.” Gale says softly as he sits on the couch, Milo in his arms sleeping soundly. John stops on the bottom step, watching them for a moment. Before he sees Gale blink rapidly a few times, breathing deeply and rising. Carefully taking Milo over to set him in the bassinet next to his sister, sniffling quietly. Looking at both of the babies for a minute, seeing himself and John mixed so beautifully together.

“Brady picked up these baked goods…it’s why I was coming up the stairs. I uh, I’ll head back to change my shirt and then I’ll be by to finish the lawn.” Gale says quietly before he’s stepping to grab the box of pastries that Brady gave him this morning. John taking it numbly as he watches Gale, the blond keeping his eyes on the floor. Not wanting John to see that he’d been silently crying while staring at Milo earlier. His lashes no doubt still wet, blue eyes shiny, and cheeks tinged pink.

“You don’t need to come back…you don’t need to take care of the lawn Gale.”

“It’s the least I can do John…” Gale murmurs before he’s stepping back for the front door and heading out of it. Running a hand down his face and breathing deeply, feeling the painful spasm in his stomach. Heading back to Benny and Brady’s house, holding in tears the entire time. Milo had been so tiny in his arms, he just wanted to sit and snuggle both babies all day. Seeing John crying earlier while trying to manage them both had broken his heart. Feeling even worse that John had been doing the majority of this all on his own.

-4 weeks old-

John hums softly as he sits outside with the babies, Ruth laying on his lap staring at the roof of the porch, little fist in her mouth. While Milo sleeps against John’s chest, having nursed himself to sleep after a fitful few hours. John looks up when he hears footsteps coming up the walkway, half expecting Gale to be coming. Mildly surprised when he sees Brady, the brunet opening the gate that Gale had fixed the latch on yesterday.

“Hi sweet Ruthie girl.” Brady hums as he scoops up the little girl from John’s lap, nuzzling her head and kissing her soft baby curls. John resting back a little more into the swing, patting Milo’s butt gently while the little boy sleeps. Brady speaking softly to Ruth, the little girl blinking slowly, having been fighting sleep. She was always enamored when Uncle Brady spoke to her, big blue eyes focusing on him the best they could.

“How did seeing Midwife Carole go?” Brady asks as he rubs Ruthie’s back, John swaying them all on the swing now. Watching as his daughter’s eyes grow heavier, the little girl beginning to lose the fight. Brady smiling as he brings her up to rest on his chest, the men sitting together for a moment. The slight breeze flowing through the air rustling the hair on their heads, making John bring in a deep inhale.

“She told me I need to stop doing so much. And I need to sleep more…but I get scared sleeping Brady. If it isn’t nightmares…I’m watching them breathe. I just, I can’t help it.” John admits as he pats Milo’s butt gently, the little boy curling into his mama more. Letting out a sleepy little whine before he’s settling back, Ruthie stretching her small legs out against Brady’s chest. Brady looks at his friend for a moment, before he’s taking a deep breath.

“Are you scared that if you close your eyes, they’ll stop breathing? Because you know what happened after they were born wasn’t your fault. Midwife Carole has even told you that it could have happened to babies that were born at term. They bounced back quick because of you John, you’ve fed them, you’ve loved them so fiercely that they were able to come home with you. But you’ve got to take care of yourself too…and letting people in to help with that is going to be more productive.” Brady tells his friend, seeing the way John side eyes him for a moment. The swaying of the swing therapeutic almost, John not even seeming to realize he’s doing it anymore.

John swallows softly as he’s suddenly thinking of Gale, and how hard the blond has been working around the house. He’s been trying to get John to open up to him again, John isn’t dumb. He knows exactly what Gale has been doing, it was what John had done when they’d first met. Trying to prove to Gale that he could be trusted, he treated Gale like a skittish horse. But Gale was treating John like a feral cat, something that could claw and hiss at any given moment.

“You’re talking about Gale aren’t you?”

“I’m talking about letting us all in to help you, it doesn’t make you a bad mama. It doesn’t make you a bad person to admit that you need help. I think it’s incredibly strong to say you help.” Brady responds with a little shrug as he kisses the side of Ruthie’s head, snuggling the little girl a little more. Smiling when he hears her little squeaking sound, John looking over with soft eyes. Staring at his daughter and watching as she holds onto Brady’s cross a little tighter.

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Gale chews on his lower lip as he slowly walks up the steps to John’s house, carrying the dish of chicken and pasta that Benny had made. Brady had happily volunteered Gale to be the one to deliver it to John. And not that Gale minded, he really didn’t, it gave him more time with the older man and their babies. Him and John had seemed to be on somewhat better terms, they at least were talking.

It wasn’t full blown conversations, but John at least wasn’t shutting the front door in his face anymore. Or ignoring him when Gale was doing something in the yard, he would actually come sit outside with the twins. And sometimes they would eat lunch outside together while the twins slept in their Moses baskets. Gale had missed that, he had missed the warmth that John always exuded when they’d sit side by side.

A gentle knock is placed on the front door, Gale knew the twins might be down for their last nap before bed tonight. He looks up when he hears the door opening, showing off a sleepy looking John. His curls in a slight disarray, rubbing one of his eyes, it reminded Gale of flight school. Having seen many times how the older boy would wake up, stretching his entire body with a tired groan. Gale wanted to run his hands through John’s hair then, and he absolutely wants to do it now too.

“I uh, Benny sent me with dinner. I’m sorry if I woke you.” Gale says as he holds up the casserole dish with the still warm food in it. John hums softly as he looks down at the dish before he’s looking back up at Gale. Blue eyes meeting blue eyes, a sort of softness there that hasn’t been in a long time. Gale feeling his stomach spasm slightly, he really just wanted a John Egan hug. If he could pick anything right now, that would be it.

“Can we, can we start over John?”

“You want to walk back up the porch steps?” Gale lets out a soft exhale, realizing that John is joking with him. Gale looks down at the dish in his hands before he looks back up at John. Eyes trailing over the scar around his right eye, the little crookedness to his nose, his lips looked soft still. And his mustache that he hadn’t gotten rid of even though Gale was sure it annoyed John sometimes. Gale often found himself missing the way it felt dragging across his skin.

“No…can we start over? My name is Buck Cleven, and you look an awful lot like a guy I used to know named Bucky.” John feels the little flicker of a smile forming on his lips as he stands there, looking at Gale again. Seeing the hopefulness in the younger man’s blue orbs, before he takes a deep breath.

“My name is John…John Egan.”

“Nah, I think you look like a Bucky to me.” Gale smiles gently as he looks at John, both of them standing on the older man’s porch. Breathing softly and just staring at the other for a moment, memories flashing behind their eyes.

Flight school, Thorpe Abbots, even the camps, they had been Bucky and Buck, but maybe now they could be John and Gale. Gale and John with their sweet little babies Ruthie and Milo. Gale wants that, he wants to be John’s Gale again, he wants it so badly. He wants to watch his children grow up and to grow old with John, he wants to sit on the porch swing and hold hands while their grandchildren play in the front yard.

He just wants John.

-6 weeks old-

“It’ll be alright John, go take a shower and a nap. I think I can handle them for a few hours.” Gale says nodding his head as he looks at the older man, John looked worse for wear today. The twins had kept him up for a good portion of the night, he was exhausted, trying to clean the house. The midwife was due to come tomorrow for his stitches exam and potential removal. Gale had come over just like he did every morning, and when he saw John nodding off on the couch while the twins slept. He offered to sit with them, he could fix that cabinet in the kitchen while he was here too.

“Just…I’ll be two hours, that’s all I need.” John says, standing on the bottom landing of the stairs, looking nervous. His fingers kept clenching on the railing, eyes darting to where the twins were sleeping peacefully in their bassinet. Gale was standing in the middle of the living room, at the halfway mark between the kids and John. The black haired man takes a deep breath, nodding softly before he’s slowly going up the stairs.

He had been trying to let Gale in more, to let him get to know the babies. Gale still insisted on coming over and fixing things around the house and outside. He had even mowed the lawn, timing it around when the twins would be awake. He was being thoughtful, and sometimes it made John bitter. But Brady reminded him that Gale was trying, he was learning the babies routines. He was being helpful for John, John had been trying to take it easy. He was really trying to listen to Midwife Carole, he was tired of his core aching. The stitches pulled constantly, the bleeding had lessened and essentially stopped. Only spotting now when he was up on his feet for too long, Gale was helping more than he probably realized.

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John wakes up with a start, and he instantly knows he slept for too long. His chest aches, it’s too full, every brush of his shirt against his nipples is like a wild fire going up his spine. Scrambling to get out of bed, he doesn’t even wince at the tug in his groin. Heading for the stairs and trying to go down them quickly, searching for the babies frantically. Seeing them both on Gale’s body, sleeping content, dressed in new sleepers. Gale looks up from where he’s been tracing Ruth’s cheeks, her eyelashes fanned out on her skin. Little lips parted as she dozes peacefully, Milo tucked towards Gale’s chest fingers curled in his shirt.

“They…they’re sleeping, why are they. It’s their feeding time, they should be…” John trails off as he sees the two empty bottles on the coffee table. His stomach plummeting as he sees the remnants of the formula in the bottoms. Tears are welling before he can even stop them, not hearing what Gale is saying. A broken, pitiful whimpering sound comes up his throat before he can stop it. Beginning to sob openly as he realizes that Gale fed them formula, the babies had woken up hungry and John had slept through it. Hiccuping on his breath as he stands at the bottom of the steps, he doesn’t realize Gale has gotten off of the couch. Both babies laid down in the bassinet now, the blond slowly walking over to try to console him.

John cries harder as he stands there, guilt eating away at him as he tries to feebly catch his breath. His chest feeling like it’s caving in on him, his breasts pinching and aching. Threatening to start leaking as he stands there, Gale stopping his walk when Milo first starts crying. The blond standing there, trying to figure out where he should go first. Until Ruthie is starting to cry, having been woken up by her mama and brother both crying. None of them hear the door opening, Brady stepping into the house with some groceries. The brunet’s eyebrows shooting up in shock at the sound of all three of their cries.

“What happened? John are you okay? Jesus, Gale?” Brady asks as he sets down the food on the coffee table, seeing the bottles and knowing instantly what happened. Sighing softly as he goes to Bucky first, seeing the way he’s crumpled in on himself slightly. Fat tears rolling down his face as he stands at the bottom of his stairs still. Brady gently wrapping his arms around the older man, pulling him in carefully. John tucking his face into Brady’s throat to sob, Gale standing there helpless. He didn’t understand what he did wrong, John slept for an extra two hours than he originally thought. He didn’t think that would be such an issue, the man really looked like he needed it.

“C’mon…babies need you. They need some milk, bet they’re hungry by now. C’mon Bucky.” Brady says softly as he carefully leads John towards the couch, going to tuck a few pillows around John as he sits. Walking around the coffee table to take both babies from Gale, bringing them back over. John still silently crying as he accepts Ruth first, situating her screaming little body against his side. Tucking her up so she can latch onto him, crying slowly ceasing as she realizes her mama is right there for her.

“You’re alright Milo, yea…mama is right here for you.” Brady murmurs as he gently passes Milo off to John, helping him situate the little boy. John sniffling as he holds the babies close to himself, both of them still fit in his forearms. Their little heads nestled into the palms of his hands, his thumbs rubbing their temples. He wasn’t sure when Gale fed them, so he wasn’t sure how much they would eat. He could hand express some if he needed to, he hated doing it, it was wasting milk and hurt half of the time. John refuses to lift his eyes to look at Gale, sniffling quietly as he holds both babies close to himself.

Brady gently grabs under Gale’s bicep to lead him out of the living room towards the kitchen. The bag of groceries tucked under Brady’s arm now. The blond following behind, confused and not sure what he did wrong. Brady pulls down a plate to be able to make John something to eat, knowing the older man has most likely not eaten yet. Gale standing there next to him, before he’s going to fill a glass with some water for John. Peeking out slightly to see him still nursing the babies, his shoulders tucked down to make himself smaller.

“I…I don’t understand what I did wrong. He needed to sleep…he looked like he was going to fall over Brady.”

“John overcame a lot during his pregnancy, the first doctor he saw back in Chicago before he came here. Told him to expect to miscarry within a week, told him he didn’t have the proper body to take care of a baby. But he carried his babies to almost full term, something the second doctor told him he probably wouldn’t be able to do because of the stalag. He birthed his babies at home, something the first midwife here told him, he couldn’t do. With John’s anatomy she said he shouldn’t even bother, he should just come in for a c-section right away. Something about his penis getting in the way, tearing or something, bleeding out was her “concern”. But deep down she was just being discriminatory towards him, all of them were.” Brady says quietly as he stands there, making John a sandwich. Something he knows the older man can eat while holding the babies. Gale standing next to him, feeling a little nauseous as he listens.

He didn’t know John went through any of that, the older man didn’t talk much about his pregnancy. Benny had told Gale that John was sick throughout it, throwing up and struggling. But he hadn’t mentioned the struggle to find a good midwife that would accept John’s anatomy. Gale knew male pregnancies were not common, because it was still seen as wrong to lay with another man. Most pregnant men were ostracized, which explained why John didn’t go into town often. Benny or Brady usually did any errands that John may need to be done.

“When John had the babies, the midwife told him he might not be able to make milk for both of them. He would have to supplement, and there’s nothing wrong with supplementing. John knows that, he’s said that. She brought the can of formula after the twins came home from the NICU, told him to give it a try especially because there were two of them. It was just another person telling him what he might not be able to do. I like his midwife, she’s been good for John, but she set him on a path of quiet self destruction. He has been bound and determined to make enough milk for the twins. I know for a fact he’s stood over this sink and hand expressed to try and up his supply. And he’s done really really well, giving them the formula today…I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You didn’t know, just, it might have set the progress you guys have made back a little bit.” Brady finishes as he looks at the blond, seeing the furrow to his eyebrows. A guilt ridden expression on his face as he listens, hands tucked into his slack pockets. Leaning back against the counter, breathing deeply before he looks at his friend. Brady looks back down at the sandwich, carefully placing the top part of the bread down. Grabbing the knife to cut it carefully, knowing it’ll be easier for John to lift up.

“I fucked up…I just didn’t want to wake him up. I…he’s probably not going to want me to stay today.”

“He might not…take him the sandwich and try. If he wants you to go, I’ll stay. I want to make sure he’s alright.” Gale nods softly and takes the sandwich and glass of water out to the living room. Seeing John holding both babies on his chest, his shirt still tucked up so they can do skin to skin. The twins both sleeping against their mama’s collar bones, mouths open and milk drunk now. John’s nipples looked puffy and slightly swollen, inflamed like he’s still full of milk. Gale chews on his lower lip as he sits on the coffee table across from John. Wincing as he knocks the empty bottles over, John looking up slowly. His eyes pink and puffy still, pretty lashes still damp from his earlier crying.

“I’m, I’m so sorry John. I didn’t know, I just knew you needed to sleep. I didn’t mean to upset you at all, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are they okay? Are you okay?” Gale asks softly as he looks at the older man, trying not to sound too worried as he sits there. Seeing the way John’s eyes have dropped down, his cheek resting on Ruth’s head where she’s tucked against him. The man holding them a little closer, not wanting to look at Gale at all. The blond sucks and chews on his lower lip as he breathes deeply.

“I’m sorry John, I’ll head home. Just know I didn’t do it on purpose. I promise.” Gale tells him, voice gentle as he sets down the plate and water cup. Slowly standing up and taking a chance to press gentle kisses to the backs of each baby’s head. Heading for the front door and running a hand down his face, his stomach still in knots.

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose…I just need time.” John murmurs before he’s completely out of the living room, Gale turning slightly to look at the older man. Seeing him staring at the sandwich and water on the table, fresh tears having welled in his eyes. Nodding softly in understanding, before he’s going for the door. Seeing Brady standing in the kitchen, giving him a little nod. Gale quietly steps out of the house, running his hands down his face and letting out a deep breath.

-the next day-

“Good morning John, it’s a lovely day out.” Midwife Carole says smiling as she steps up onto the porch, seeing John swaying the porch swing. Both babies sleeping soundly against his chest, he looks up from where he’s been eyeing the fence. Gale had been replacing the boards, working his way around it slowly. John could see Benny’s tools sitting and waiting for Gale to get there. He was usually there by now but it would seem he was taking his time today. Something John was both grateful for and a little confused by, Gale was a punctual man.

“Good morning Midwife Carole.” John murmurs before he’s slowly standing up off of the swing, adjusting the twins and heading for the door. Carole smiling as she follows him inside, her tool bag hitched into the crook of her elbow. The door softly closing behind them both, John leads her into the living room. Gently laying the babies down in their bassinet before he turns to look at her.

John suddenly feels bashful, nobody had looked at his bits since he gave birth. Even before that, examinations always made him uncomfortable. The poking, the prodding, the internal examinations were the worst for him. He didn’t have many, when he joined the military they did exactly one and it still made him cold sweat. The doctor was rough, didn’t use enough lube with the speculum, and John bled a bit afterwards.

“Would you like me to start with the babies? We can take this at your pace John, I’m here to make sure your cervix healed appropriately. As well as taking your stitches out, I will numb you before I do that. But you’re in control here.” Carole says, knowing somewhat about how John feels when it comes to his genitals being examined. That was one thing she had noticed the first time they had done an internal examination, he had gripped the bed underneath him so tightly she thought the sheets would rip. How he shook when she explained what she had to look for with the tools. She had moved their visits to his home after their first initial visit, wanting him to be more comfortable. She had told him he could have his baby, she didn’t realize there were two, in his own home.

“If we do their stuff first, they’ll wake up and cry. And then we won’t get mine done…and I really, I want these stitches out. They don’t, they’re starting to pinch.” John tells her, she nods softly in understanding watching as he takes a deep breath. Before she’s following him up to his room, her bag secure in her hand still. Waiting in the hallway for him to get undressed, before she’s stepping in. Leaving the door cracked open so they can hear the babies, John waiting on the bed nervously. One of his sheets laid out over his lower half, his fingers twisting in it anxiously.

“Just like we did before you had the babies John, go ahead and lay back. Spread your legs out like a butterfly, pillow under your butt, we will talk through this the entire time okay?” John nods softly and lays back on the bed, scooting and shuffling until he’s in the position she needs him to be in. Watching as Carole opens up her bag, pulling out the bottle of lubricant, speculum, mini scissors, and tweezers. She pulls on some gloves, and carefully tucks the sheet up to expose his legs. John letting his eyes close as he lays there, his head tilting to the side. Knowing Carole won’t hurt him, she’s been incredibly kind, understanding, and has helped him with a lot.

“Okay John, I’m going to touch you, your stitches are towards the outside here. So I will check those first, I have some numbing agent here. I’ll use that okay?” Carole asks as she looks up at him, he takes a deep breath as he lays there. Fingers scrunching the sheet for a moment, not wanting to look down at himself. Knowing all he’ll see is his soft cock, and a woman between his thighs.

“You don’t have to numb it…”

“I’m not going to cause you discomfort John, you don’t deserve that. It’s a gel like substance, no needles, it’ll wear off in about two hours.” Carole says as she gently uses her fingers to spread him open. Carefully swiping some of the gel just inside of his vaginal canal, going over the three sets of stitches that she can tell are ready to come out. John tensing slightly at the touch, breathing slowly and deeply just like she taught him.

“While I wait for that numbing to take effect, I’ll spread you so I can insert the speculum. And then I’ll check your cervix, you let me know if anything hurts at all okay?” She looks up and watches him nod quickly, she pulls her hand away to get the tool and the lube. Coating it before she’s shifting again to gently spread his outer lips one more time. Doing a visual examination for a moment, before she’s carefully notching the speculum into him. John’s entire body tensing at the touch, his breath catching in his throat.

“John, do you need me to stop?”

“N no, it just, it’s felt really, tight…I’m sorry.” She nods softly as she waits for a moment, watching as he unclenches his muscles. Letting out a deep shuddering breath before he’s nodding softly, his thighs losing their tenseness. She gives him a moment to breathe, not moving the tool away, not wanting to startle him.

“I’m going to press in now, I’m right here with you. You’re doing wonderfully John.” Carole tells him, pressing the tool inside and watching as he holds the sheets just a smidge tighter. The speculum sliding in slowly, before she’s carefully cranking it open enough. John tensing at the pressure, his stomach sucking in while he scrunches his nose. This was the worst part for him, he knew he was too tight always, he was amazed him and Gale had even been able to have sex that night. He was amazed that Gale had been able to get two fingers into him when they were in the stalag.

“Your cervix healed perfectly John, I was worried when I got here and the babies had already been born. But your body is clever, it knew exactly what it needed to do. And you listened to your body amazingly, I’m going to pull the speculum out not. Deep breath, there we go.” Carole says once John has inhaled and she’s pulling the tool away, setting it onto the little towel she pulled out. Giving him a moment to breathe, and the gel just a few more minutes to numb him entirely. John laying there breathing softly, shifting a little bit and scrunching his nose at the numb feeling in his core.

“Can I take your stitches out now John?”

“Yes please.” John whispers, feeling as she picks up her tools to remove his stitches. Before she’s letting him know what she’s doing, spreading him back open with a gentle touch. Hearing as she snips the sutures, but unable to feel as she pulls them out. John letting out a soft breath as he lays there, knowing she’s finishing up her exam now.

“You have healed wonderfully John, everything looks as it should. You can return to all of your normal activities, if you plan on having sexual intercourse I highly recommend using condoms. You’re still in the height of hormones after giving birth, meaning you can easily get pregnant.” John almost chokes when she mentions sex, he hadn’t had any urges at all. While he was pregnant, yes, he felt like he couldn’t get enough of it sometimes and had to make do with his hand. Now, he was exhausted, bone deep tired, and he couldn’t even fathom having sex like that ever again. Couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt, he didn’t ever want to get pregnant again.

“I, I won’t be having sex again Midwife Carole…thank you.” She smiles at him softly before she’s rising from the bed to clean up her tools. John slowly shifting, wincing at the feel of the lube inside of him. Waiting for her to step out before he’s going to sit up better, using the sheet he’s got and wiping himself up. Nose scrunching as he feels his center, the numbness still there. Before he’s standing to pull on his underwear and slacks, breathing deeply.

“Let’s go take a look at those babies, they look like they’ve grown wonderfully.” Carole says once everything is put away, John nodding softly and following her down the stairs. Both babies sleeping still in their bassinet, John taking a deep breath as he sees them. Before he’s going to pick up Ruthie first, she was always the easier out of the two of them.

“They’ve both gained weight amazingly John, you should be proud of yourself! They look like they’re both nursing beautifully.” Midwife Carole says smiling as she watches him nurse Milo now, Ruthie having nursed after her exam. Laying next to John on the couch, her little fist in her mouth as she gurgles softly. Carole packing away the sling scale she brought with, smiling at her patient. Milo nursing at John’s breast, his little body curled into his mother’s chest.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, looking down at his son before looking at his daughter. His large hand resting on her chest and belly, her little fingers of one hand holding his. Carole smiles softly as she watches the three of them, before looking over at the knock on the front door. John furrowing his brows, the midwife going to open the door for him. Gale standing on the porch with bags of groceries in both arms, looking up before he’s flushing. Remembering now that Brady had said John had an appointment this morning, it was part of the reason he had gone grocery shopping.

“Oh, hello. John would you like him to come in?” Midwife Carole asks as she steps aside to look at the man sitting on the couch. He nods softly, Carole smiling as she comes back to collect her bag. Gale quietly going to take the groceries to the kitchen, softly peering at Ruthie on the couch. A little smile on his lips before he’s heading into the kitchen, beginning to put away the groceries he picked up.

“The twins will need to come into the office in two weeks time to receive some vaccines. Come down to the clinic and we will get them seen right away. They’re doing really well John, and so are you. Do not hesitate to call me okay?”

“Thank you Midwife Carole.” John says softly as he looks at her, watching her walk out of the door with a little wave. Before he’s looking back down at Milo, the tension in his shoulders slowly lessening. Gale quietly steps out of the kitchen, chewing on his bottom lip as he holds the chocolate bar he picked up for John. Feeling awkward as he stands there, breathing deeply while fiddling with the plastic packaging of the chocolate bar.

“I’m…I’m sorry John, Brady had said you had an appointment.”

“It’s fine Gale…it wasn’t just for me. The babies had one too, and she was getting ready to leave. Thank you for going to the store, you didn’t have to.” John responds as he lets out a deep breath, looking up to watch Gale step further into the living room. Holding out the candy bar, a little smile flickering in the corner of John’s lips. Accepting the chocolate, before watching as Gale looks down at Ruthie again. Gently lifting his hand off his daughter’s chest, and nodding softly for Gale to pick her up. The blond smiling a little as he scoops her up into his arms, nuzzling his nose into her soft blonde curls.

“She always smells so good.” Gale murmurs quietly as he sits down on the couch, enough space between him and John for comfort. Ruthie smiling just a little, making Gale gasp softly, John looking over. Worry creasing his eyebrows as he tries to figure out what’s wrong, mind jumping to the worst case right away.

“She’s smiling, John she’s smiling at me. Oh my god, has she done that yet?” Gale asks as he looks at the older man, sitting up straighter to look at Ruth. The little spit bubble smile flickering again, making John smile a little bit. Watching as Gale grins so wide it almost splits his face in two, his large hands cupping their daughter so gently.

“No…she hasn’t smiled like that for me yet.” John responds softly as he takes a deep breath, readjusting Milo in his arms making the little boy let out a sleepy whine. His small hand resting on his mama’s chest, little sleepy pout on his plush lips before he’s settling down. Gale nuzzling his nose against Ruth’s in the softest of Eskimo kisses, feeling her kick her legs slightly.

“I’m sure they have smiled at you, how could they not smile at their mama? You give them everything they could ever need. It’s impossible to keep a smile off of my face when I’m around you.” Gale murmurs as he kisses Ruthie’s forehead again, not seeing the little look that John throws his way. A pink flush having covered over the apples of John’s cheeks to the tops of his ears. Looking at Ruth now to see her going a little cross eyed as she fights going to sleep, her fist in her mouth. Sucking on her fingers, while staring at Gale with the biggest blue eyes. The blond swore they were a darker shade of blue like John’s, but the older man refused to believe it.

Gale snuggles Ruthie a little closer before he’s looking at Milo sleeping against John’s chest. Gale’s hand shyly coming over to touch the back of Milo’s head, running through his downy soft hair. John shifting sub consciously so that he’s leaning closer to the blond. Suddenly wanting to put his head on Gale’s shoulder, able to smell his aftershave from where he’s sitting. Vanilla mixed with something citrusy, maybe oranges, John could never tell. But he knew it well, would be able to pick up the scent in a crowded room.

“Ya know…we make some very precious and cute babies.” Gale states softly, a comfortable silence having enveloped them all. Both of the babies sleeping peacefully against their parents’ chests now. John looks up from where he’d zoned out, looking at Gale who is already looking at him.

“They are very precious and cute.” John responds nodding softly in agreement, before he’s scooting just a tad closer. Resting his head down on Gale’s shoulder, letting his eyes close. Not seeing how Gale’s eyes widen, the blond not having expected John to lean on him. He had missed the carefree way John used to touch him, the warmth that always bloomed from the older man. It was something Gale had been craving, something he could never forget. The blond gently rests his cheek on the crown of John’s head, all four of them sitting together quietly.

-7 weeks old-

John whimpers softly as he stands at the kitchen sink, a shudder going up his spine at the throbbing pain in his right breast. A knot is situated about an inch under his nipple, tender to the touch. Sending sharp zings of pain straight down into his belly. He grits his teeth as he tries to rub his hand over it again, trying to express the milk. Tears beginning to roll down his face, the pain intense and centered in his chest. Watching as drips of milk begin to go into the sink, before its a steady stream as he massages. John hiccups a cry as he works the knot, having to stop and slap his hand down.

“John? Hello little loves.” Gale whispers the ending when he sees both babies sleeping peacefully. Heading farther into the house, startling slightly when he hears John’s choked off cry. Stepping up his speed, until he’s in the kitchen to see the older man leaning over the kitchen sink. His body bowed forward in pain, not seeming to have heard Gale as he brings a hand to the right side of his chest. Gale watches as a stream of milk goes into the sink, his mouth going dry slightly.

“J John…are you okay?”

“No, no I’m not okay. I’m in so much pain right now Gale. My chest feels like it’s on fire, every time I touch it, it makes me want to scream. Every time I nurse one of the babies it makes me want to throw up. I have a clogged duct…and I can’t get it out. I can’t afford a pump, I can’t even find the right supplies for myself. The twins are great at nursing, but they aren’t strong enough to get it out. I’m going to end up with mastitis and they aren’t going to be able to nurse anymore.” John rambles out as he stands there, hand dropping from his chest again. Hot tears rolling down his face, milk still dripping from his right nipple.

A sob bubbling up his throat, trying hard to keep it down so he doesn’t wake either of the babies. Gale slowly steps around so he can look at John better, eyes roaming to try and see what he’s talking about. Landing on his exposed nipple, seeing the scarlet color and how enraged it is, he was used to the puffiness that would show. But not like this, he could almost make out a small lump about an inch down from his nipple.

“Can I help at all? I could go to town to see if they have a pump? I could…I could try expressing it? Maybe it’s like when you’ve got a splinter and can’t get it out yourself because your mind knows it hurts?” Gale offers as he looks at the older man, he hated seeing John cry, it physically did something to him. It made him want to throw up, made him want to walk across glass, it made him feel irrational. John lets out a heaving sigh, his toes curling in his socks against the linoleum floor.

Sniffling wetly as he stands there, both hands on the edge of the counter now. Before he’s looking at Gale and nodding just a little, the blond moving around to get to John’s other side. The older man flinching when Gale brings his hand up, John shakily helping him adjust his grip. His fingers going white knuckled as he holds the edge of the sink, Gale taking a deep breath.

“I’ve never done this before…” John silently shows him the correct motion, a whimper coming up his throat at the contact. Eyes squeezing shut as white hot pain flares in his middle. Gale screwing his eyebrows together, trying to focus on keeping up the pressure. Carefully squeezing again and watching as milk streams from John’s nipple. Gale can feel his heart speed up, a flicker forming in his lower abdomen. Eyes widening just a little as he watches, continuing on with the motions.

“I, I can’t. Gale I can’t, stop please stop.” John gasps out a minute later, tears tracking his cheeks again as he feebly pushes the blond’s hand away. Gale quickly letting go, noticing now that he has drops of milk on his fingers. Before he’s focusing again as John cries quietly, hanging his head between his shoulders. His shoulders shaking with it, tucking in close to his ears. Round, wet tears rolling down his cheeks as he stands there in his kitchen.

“I could try to suck it out? That’s what a pump would do right?” Gale says without even thinking, his stomach twisting and heart speeding up. Sweat starting at his hairline as he stands there, eyes widening like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. John turns his head to look at Gale, sniffling softly. His cheeks tinged pink, eye lashes wet, blue eyes looking like sparkling sapphires from his tears. Gale swallows audibly as he looks at the older man, John staring at him more.

“You’ll get milk in your mouth.”

“I think I’ve swallowed worse…I want to help you John.” The older looks at him still, his jaw working for a minute before another throb pulses through his chest. His shoulders scrunching up slightly at it, before he’s breathing deeply. Nodding softly, both of them slowly making their way to the living room. John checking both babies before he’s turning to look at Gale. Seeing the blond wiping his palms on his slacks nervously, lifting his head to look at John.

“Do you want me to sit? I’m not…I didn’t think.”

“Sit, and I’ll sit on you…just tell me if I’m too heavy.” John murmurs as he slowly climbs up into Gale’s lap, the blond sitting underneath him with slightly wide eyes. Before he feels Gale’s hands gently resting on the small of his back, his slender fingers sending a shiver up his spine. John shifts just slightly to pull his shirt up again, looking down at himself and taking a deep breath.

He was still carrying pudge in his middle, he could pinch the skin that had been stretched from having the babies. His hips were rounder now, he bashed them against things constantly because he forgot they had spread. Breathing deeply he adjusts his body enough so that Gale can reach his nipple without straining himself. The blond looks up at him again before he’s bringing one of his palms up to carefully cup John’s pec. The touch making John’s toes curl behind himself, painful zings already going back up his spine.

“Tell me if it hurts you too much?” Gale questions as he looks up at the older man, able to feel the squish to John’s chest. Something he didn’t remember there ever being there before, he suddenly wanted to bury his face into John’s skin. His other hand was itching to explore the exposed areas of John’s body, wanting to know if he was as soft as he looked. The hard lines of his body had become more gentle, and he had a bruise on his left hip. Fading but still there nonetheless, making Gale wonder what happened for it to occur.

His eyes focus again to look at John’s nipple, hearing the little uptick of air come from the older’s throat. Gale’s fingers soften their hold just slightly, he really didn’t want to hurt John. He wanted to help him, he wanted him to not be in pain. He knew he was going to have to cause some pain to get this to go away though.

“Just…go ahead.” John mumbles, his muscles quivering in the slightest bit from being partially naked in front of someone again. It had been so long since he’d been in any kind of situation like this. He was getting antsy now, worried the babies would wake up, worried this was going to cause even more pain. A fleeting worry of repulsing Gale was simmering low, but peeking down at the blond and seeing the expression on his face told John he wasn’t repulsed. He couldn’t exactly pick out what emotion Gale was feeling, but it didn’t matter much because suddenly there is hot, wet heat wrapping around his right nipple.

A gasping sound gets caught in John’s throat at the first pull of Gale’s mouth against him, that same pain from earlier flaring up. But the feel of the blond holding him close has him almost curling around Gale’s head. Trying desperately not to fight it at all, he feels as Gale makes even pulls. The fingers cupping him massaging just lightly around where the hard knot is under his skin. Tears are springing to John’s eyes as his hands come up to grab at Gale’s shoulders almost pathetically. He can feel Gale’s hot breath against his chest, feel the suction from his mouth, but it’s all static.

The tingling sensation is back, letting him know a letdown is coming. But he’s too stunned to say anything, and suddenly he’s hearing Gale swallowing. John could cry as he sits in Gale’s lap, his knees are digging into the couch and he’s pressing a little closer. Feeling the way Gale’s forehead rests against his chest, the even suckling motion making John’s stomach turn and roll in a way it never has before. Looking down for a moment he’s met with blond hair, and it takes everything in him not to press his nose against it.

Gale lets out a soft sound, one he doesn’t even seem to realize he’s made. Large palm at the small of John’s back tightening in his shirt, holding him just a little closer as he sucks a tad harder. John whimpering at the pain flowing through his chest, almost grabbing at the back of Gale’s head to dislodge him. John’s spine tensing at the pulses of pain that are flowing through him. It felt better than the babies nursing at the moment, only because the suction was harder.

Gale is desperately trying not to grind up at all, thankful suddenly that he tucked his length into his briefs in such a way that he’s currently nestled against his hip. If it were any other way, John would absolutely be able to feel how hard he is. It’s taking everything in Gale to not flick his tongue across John’s nipple, his hand instead flexing where it’s cupping John’s chest. Little huffs of air leaving his nose where it’s nuzzled against John’s skin, Gale could cry. He smells like John still, he smells like that woody cologne he uses. But there’s more to it now, citrus body soap, the slight tangy smell of sweat, and baby soap is lingering.

He feels when John’s hands shift to hold onto him tighter, one hand curling up into the back of Gale’s hair. While John’s cheek is resting down on the top of Gale’s blond head of hair. A little hiccuping sob coming from John’s throat, making Gale shift to pull away. Before he’s feeling John pushing him back, shaking his head quickly with a whispered out plea. Gale moves his slender fingers just a little, able to feel the knot under John’s skin better now. Focusing on massaging it, the whimpering sound sticking in John’s throat really shouldn’t make Gale throb in his slacks.

But he’s got the man he’s been pining after for years in his lap, he’s got his nose nestled into soft skin he’s been dreaming of. Gale is regretting taking John on all fours that night, he’s regretted a lot of things about that night. But not being able to see John’s face, or touch all over him was his biggest regret. He feels John push a little closer to him, the older man’s large hands gripping at him tighter. Gale pushes his mouth closer, sucking just a little deeper, he doesn’t even really notice the taste of the milk hitting his tongue. He’s just desperately trying not to rut up against the man in his lap, he can feel the stickiness oozing out of his tip at this point.

His toes are curling in his boots, his stomach is in knots, he’s sure he’s throbbing in his pants. He doesn’t think John even knows he’s making the little sounds he’s releasing. Little whimpers falling from the older man’s plush lips, Gale could almost call them moans at certain points. It’s unexpected when John suddenly tenses up above him, and his body is curling into Gale’s more. A shudder going up John’s spine, as his fingers tug at Gale’s hair just slightly. Gale must have gotten the clog out, he didn’t feel a difference in John’s milk flowing. But the almost instant relief that seems to make John’s body sag against his is palpable.

Gale’s body is suddenly tightening under John’s, his fingertips digging into the small of John’s back to grip him tighter. A shudder going up Gale’s body, while his teeth just barely dig into John’s areola with a low groaning sound coming from his throat. The feel of John gripping his hair tighter had been enough to throw Gale over the edge. Tossing him into the white hot abyss of pleasure, spurting in globs against his hip. His pelvis pushing up in a little rocking motion, thighs tensing with his toes curling in his boots again.

John’s eyes widen a little as he sits there, the pain in his chest having essentially disappeared when Gale got the clog out. He hadn’t even realized he had tangled his fingers in the back of Gale’s blond hair, or that he had held him closer. But he knew the way the younger man sounded when he orgasmed, he knew how Gale’s entire body tensed up like he’d been electrocuted. He knew the almost pained punched out sound that would escape Gale’s throat. John’s entire body stills above Gale’s while the blond finally detaches his mouth from John’s chest.

“I…I.” John whispers out, throat feeling dry while he hears Gale let out a deep almost wounded sound in his chest. John slowly lets go of Gale’s hair, shifting in the younger man’s lap. Gale’s hands falling limply to his sides, John’s shirt slipping back down to cover him fully. Looking at Gale under his lashes, to see him pink cheeked and a little sweaty. Hair floppy, a few strands falling onto his forehead while he pants quietly.

“Please…don’t.” Gale murmurs as he sits there, his stomach twisting with embarrassment now. The wet spot in his briefs leaking to stain his slacks, his heart hammering in his chest. John carefully climbs off of Gale’s thighs, his eyes unable to stop themselves as they drag down. Seeing the starting of the wet patch, eyes widening just slightly as it’s confirmed for him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome John.”

-8 weeks old-

John feels like he’s going to throw up, he feels like his stomach is going to fall out of his body. He’s white knuckling the buggy holding both sleeping babies, he can feel Brady gently holding his elbow. The pair of them standing outside of the clinic, women and children moving about easily. Every time the door opens John just about jumps out of his skin, Brady looks at him with soft eyes.

“John…we’ve gotta get them inside for their shots.” Brady says calmly as he stands next to his friend, the black haired man turning his head slightly to look at him. Brady watches as he swallows thickly, before he’s looking back at the doors again. John’s arms quiver just a little as he slowly pushes the stroller up the ramp to head inside. Brady following next to him, briefly wondering why Gale didn’t come with today. But also knowing that John more than likely didn’t ask him to either, they seemed to be doing better. It was hard to tell, Benny and Brady tended to stay away or were busy when Gale was at John’s house.

“Brady, I, I can’t.” John whispers suddenly as he stops walking again once they’re near the doors, Brady turning to look at the older man. Seeing the way his entire body is tensed up, Brady takes a deep breath as he moves so he’s in John’s eye sight perfectly now. John blinking once before he focuses on Brady’s face, the younger man trying to keep his attention. Watching as John’s eyes flick to look at the doors before he’s focusing back on Brady’s face again.

“All three of you are walking in here, and all three of you are leaving together. They are healthy, you have been taking care of them, you have been feeding them. They are bigger and stronger than they were before, these are routine shots. You want them to have them remember?” John nods softly before he’s looking down at the babies sleeping in the buggy again. Laying side by side, little fingers almost tangled together. John takes a deep breath before he’s going inside, Brady following him closely. The four of them going to check in at the desk, Midwife Carole smiling as she sees John and the babies.

“Hi John, oh hello little ones, sleeping so soundly. They look bigger since I’ve seen them last!” Carole says smiling as she gently touches John’s shoulder, he looks down at them and nods softly. They were bigger, he was sure of it, they had been eating non stop lately. John thought at one point his nipples were going to fall off, he couldn’t leave the couch some days because all they wanted to do was nurse.

“Hi Midwife Carole…would we be able to get a weight on them today?” He asks softly, she smiles a bit and nods her head at him. Giving a greeting to Brady before they are all heading back behind one of the partitions. Carole knew it would be best to get John and the twins in and out as quickly as possible. She didn’t want to cause John anymore stress than he would already be under today.

——————-

John hears the front door opening just as he’s pulling the chicken out of the oven, chewing on his lower lip. He knew it was Gale, the blond had asked if he could come over tonight. He had something he had to do in town today that would keep him out later than usual today. And John had already had a busy day, him and Brady had shopped a little in town after the twin’s appointment.

John picking up some more fabric to make them some more clothes, they were growing well. When they’d first come home nothing fit them, everything John had made or gotten was too big. Brady had tried to sew something’s together that would fit them both, but it had been John that had hemmed stuff together. His mother always told him sewing didn’t have gender roles and he needed to know how to patch up his own clothing. It shouldn’t be just his wife’s responsibility, and then he’d joined the military and she instilled it even more.

“Hi sweethearts…daddy won’t wake you.” Gale whispers as he passes by the babies sleeping in their bassinet, curled together. Ruthie with her fingers in her mouth while Milo slept with his little pink lips parted. Gale smiling softly as he stands there for a moment just watching them both breathe evenly. He doesn’t realize John is standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching them all. The older man leaning against the doorway, eyes trailing over Gale’s shoulders down to his tapered waist.

“Oh…hi, I’m sorry. I promise I didn’t wake them.” Gale says once he’s turned around to see John, startling just slightly. Before he’s smiling when he sees the look in John’s blue eyes, stepping over quietly. Gale finds himself wanting to wrap John in a hug, they had been touching more. Sitting close enough for thighs to touch when holding the babies, hands brushing every now and then. They hadn’t ventured too far past that yet, but Gale wanted to. He wanted to brush his lips against John’s, he wanted to curl his arms around John’s broad shoulders, he wanted to just touch because he could.

“How did their appointment go? Brady mentioned they got shots, did it go okay?” Gale asks once they’re both in the kitchen, the smell of garlic filling his nose. His eyes closing for a moment, enjoying the warmth that’s enveloping him now. Before he’s opening them to watch John move around the kitchen with ease. He never expected John to be such a good cook, especially because Benny and Brady insisted on feeding John. They were always sending food of some kind down to the older man’s house.

It wasn’t until Benny let it slip that John was just staying afloat bill wise, that that was the reason they sent food down so often. That and since the twins had been born, John was notorious for forgetting to eat. It was also Brady and Benny’s way of quietly checking in on the older man and the babies. But John was excellent in the kitchen, he moved in the area like it was his second home. Some of the best chicken Gale had ever tasted came from John, even his mashed potatoes were to die for. And Gale hadn’t wanted to touch potatoes since they’d gotten home from the war. Too many months of turnips and potatoes, but now when he knew John was making them, his mouth would water a bit.

“It went well, Ruthie weighs 8 lbs 2 oz. and Milo clocked in at 7 lbs 8 oz. Midwife Carole said they’ve gained weight well, especially considering that they were early. They both cried when they got their shots, that part was awful, but they went quiet once they nursed for a little bit. How did your stuff go?” John asks as he dishes up food for them both, chicken, mashed potatoes, and some green beans all finding their home on the glass plates. Gale going to grab glasses to put some water in, setting them on the table before he’s grabbing the silverware. Both men moving easily around one another, just like they used to.

The pair of them taking seats across from one another, feet brushing as they get comfortable at the small table. Gale cutting into his food and almost letting out a moan at the taste flooding his tongue. John watching the other man, he always got a little thrill to see people enjoying the food he makes. He liked taking care of others, he liked seeing them loved and nurtured.

“I know I didn’t tell you, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I took a leave of absence from the Air Force…but Benny has been talking my ear off about a teaching position they have opening there. So I set up an appointment with the Colonel on base, and I go back in two weeks to start training new cadets. It would put me back in the air but I wouldn’t be flying missions, I would just be training others.” Gale explains as he looks at John, seeing the way the other man has paused chewing his food. His eyebrows furrowing for just a moment before his ocean eyes are coming to meet Gale’s. The blond swallowing thickly, suddenly worried that he’s upset John.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I didn’t know how it was going to go…I didn’t want to put it out there if it wasn’t going to go well.” John nods softly and shifts in his seat, his hand staying down by his plate now. Fork stuck in his potatoes, Gale adjusts where he’s sitting to look at John better. Cautiously reaching across to touch John’s fingers that are resting on the table, feeling as the older curls them up slightly at the contact.

“Will you have to live on base?” John asks quietly, the offer he had been planning on extending dying and fizzling out slowly. He liked having Gale around again, he liked seeing the blond with their kids. He was enjoying the company of Gale being around all of the time. But if Gale was going to live on base, John wasn’t sure how it would work.

“No, no I wouldn’t have to live on base. It would be like Benny, Benny is a plane tester, he doesn’t have to live on base. He lives within a certain mileage so he doesn’t need to stay there, and because my address is their’s now. I wouldn’t have to stay there. I would be home every night, the latest class I would teach would be on Tuesdays. It would start at 4pm, and go until just about 630pm. But most days I would be getting home between 4 and 430pm.” Gale responds as he rubs his thumb across John’s scarred knuckles, feeling the way they clench just slightly.

Before he’s bringing his eyes up to look at John again, seeing him staring at his plate of food still. John’s deep blues coming up to meet his own paler ones, making something in Gale’s stomach spasm. He was having a hard time reading John’s expression, something he did not like. He never struggled to read John before, but John had gotten very good at masking his emotions. It made Gale wonder if that was how John felt when they first met, if Gale had been such a hard nut to crack.

“Would you…would you still see the babies?”

“Of course, as long as you’d be okay with it. I’d love to come and have dinners and still see them every chance I get. I don’t want to lose out on you guys, I just know I needed to do something. I…I want to provide for you guys John, you’ve done a lot. I want to be there for you and I want to help, it’s my turn. I want the chance to be there for all three of you, you’re a package deal and I want to be involved. I don’t want our babies to grow up without me around.” John swallows thickly, looking away for a moment before he looks back at Gale. Seeing the sincerity in Gale’s cornflower blue eyes, feeling as the blond holds his hand a little tighter.

“I’d like you to stay around…I want you in their lives. I know I didn’t before, and I didn’t tell you about them. But I can see that you love them, and they might not be able to talk yet. But I think they love you too…maybe you could, could come for dinner and bedtime with them? If it isn’t too much and you won’t be too tired.” John tells the other man, watching as a little smile starts to form on Gale’s plush lips. Before he’s feeling the younger man squeezing his fingers softly where they’re resting on the table top.

“I’d really like to come for dinner and bedtime with them. I love them…I love them more than I thought I’d love anything ever.” Gale says, the words he wants to add not making their way out of his throat. He knew he loved John, he just wasn’t sure if John felt the same way. And he didn’t want to push John into saying anything he might not mean. If he got to just raise his babies with the man sitting across from him, he would be content. Especially if that meant he got to be in John’s life for as long as John would have him.

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And Then There Was You Master Post

Each individual piece will have its own warnings posted before it. But I am labeling this entire work as 18+

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[softmamawrites]

Glasses

Just a quick snippet of our lovely boys from LWTH

All because I made a comment about cockwarming A.B. @trashbag-baby666 and I went on a tangent

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Warnings: cock warming, John in subspace, Gale being a desperate bitch, blow jobs, face riding/fucking (done in a loving way), cumming on face, cum eating, Gale praising John (it’s a warning, fight me)

Moodboard by me

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

They’d been doing this for hours at this point, Gale felt like he had sweat through the sheets ten times over. John wasn’t even doing very much, he was simply laying in the bed next to him. Albeit they were both naked, well they were in their briefs still. But Gale was practically naked, the front of his briefs were tucked down and under his balls. And John had his mouth wrapped around Gale’s cock, he wasn’t even fully hard at this point. But one more swallow from John and he was going to be, his tip was nestled so nicely against John’s soft palate.

Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, Gale lets out a soft sigh. Forcing his toes not to curl, okay so hours had been an exaggeration on Gale’s part. They had been doing this for almost 30 minutes though, and in his mind that was hours. He had told John he needed to finish this passage for school, he needed to finish this chapter. It was 20 pages, 20 measly pages that he had to read, it should not be taking him so long.

But John had quietly begged to just hold Gale’s cock in his mouth, he just wanted to be close to his boyfriend. They hadn’t seen each other much that week, Gale had just started new classes, and had been incredibly busy running between campus and the apartment. John had been busy with job interviews, trying to find a place that he could work from home was difficult. But he didn’t have a car to go back and forth, and Curt couldn’t keep giving up his car. And making sure John had a ride to and from places wasn’t always the easiest either.

Which was how they found themselves in this predicament, John wasn’t looking to get off. He just wanted to feel closer to Gale, just wanted to keep himself busy. Stay out of his boyfriend’s way while he worked on his school work, and it wasn’t like John could kneel between Gale’s thighs. So this was the next best, Gale tucked on his side with John also on his side. Wedge pillows tucked around him to keep him in one spot, his plush lips wrapped around Gale. Nose pushed into Gale’s tawny pubic hair, every time he let out a soft breath Gale could feel his glasses nudge against his skin. The cool glass of them sending little shivers up his spine, one of John’s arms was wrapped around Gale’s thigh.

Gale looks down again at his boyfriend, seeing how he’s practically asleep with Gale’s cock down his throat. His black curls free of any product, having taken a shower earlier. Now they were free roaming, bouncy, and so soft looking, almost like silk. Gale rests a quivering hand down on John’s head, making the older boy groggily open his eyes. That little hazy film over them letting Gale know he’s not fully here right now. He’s in that floaty space that he enjoys, the one where he doesn’t have to think at all. The one where he can just rest, the one that he trusts Gale to keep him safe in.

The younger boy takes a deep breath as he lays there, eyes fluttering for a moment at the sensation of John swallowing. Goosebumps erupt on Gale’s skin, before he’s setting the book down on the nightstand. Fuck his homework for tonight, he can finish it tomorrow. One of his hands gently curls into the back of John’s head, the older letting out a soft whine. Eyebrows scrunching as he feels Gale hardening all of the way now, a little gag coming from his throat at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck sweetheart…let me just…I’ll cum quick…yea and then you can put me right back. Fuck you’ve been so good for me.” Gale praises as he shifts around slightly, getting John onto his back. One wedge pillow tossed off to the side of the bed, while Gale climbs up over John’s chest. John laying under him, blinking his eyes slowly large hands coming up to cup Gale’s hips and butt. Letting his mouth open, tongue lolling out to cover his bottom teeth, before Gale is pressing his tip between the older’s lips.

A shudder going up Gale’s spine, moaning lowly at the touch to his sensitive skin. His cock twitching, balls tensing up towards his body. Before he’s sinking in halfway, moaning with his head falling back. Feeling the way John flicks his tongue, suctioning his cheeks in a little bit. Gale whimpering at the sensation, his hips beginning to move in a slow rhythm. Not wanting this to be rough, wanting John to know that he’s done a good job.

“So good for me honey, you’ve been so good. You can have it back right after.” Gale promises as he rocks in a slow motion, balls moving and dragging against John’s chest. Feeling the stubble on John’s chin just brushing across the sensitive skin, one of Gale’s hands reaches for the headboard. Causing a little gag to come out of John’s throat, Gale’s cock having slid down further without intention. The younger pulls his hips back just slightly, making another whine filter up from John’s throat.

Deep blue eyes opening to stare up at him again, before he feels John’s hands sliding his briefs down. Massive hands cupping both of Gale’s pert butt cheeks and tugging him deeper, one of John’s pinkies sliding between his crack. Brushing across Gale’s hole, causing another groan to come from the younger’s mouth. His hips stuttering in their even rocks, he was trying so hard to not just fuck John’s face quick and hard.

“You’re gonna make me cum…is that what you want? Of course it is…you want me to cum so you can keep me warm again. Fuck John.” Gale whines out the ending, toes curling slightly at the answering moan he gets from the bigger boy. Hips rocking in an even motion, feeling as John squeezes his ass again like it’s a stress ball. Pinky rubbing and massaging his hole, not pressing inside. Just giving enough stimulation that it’s making shivers rack up Gale’s spine, his head tilting to the side. Looking down at his boyfriend, seeing how much he’s truly enjoying this.

“Fuck John, I’m gonna cum…oh fuck.” Gale breathes deeply, pulling out of John’s mouth, trying to stave it off for just a little longer. His hand coming down to wrap around his base, John’s beating him to it. Curling around Gale tightly and stroking him quickly, the younger’s back arching into it. His head falling forward, chin tucking into his chest, before he’s shuddering. Balls pulling up towards his body, his tip throbbing, little slit almost winking.

Strips of cum spurting from his cock, streaking across John’s face. Cheeks, chin, lips, tongue, and his glasses all holding strings of Gale’s release. The younger panting softly as his hips jerk through the aftershocks. Feeling as John squeezes around his tip one last time, to wring out the last of it. Causing an almost pained moan to come out of Gale’s throat, his stomach sucking in just a little.

“You’re…a brat, I was trying to wait.” Gale pants around a chuckle as he looks down at his boyfriend once his eyes have uncrossed. Seeing the way John is trying to lick the cum from his chin. Gale letting out a soft sigh, bringing his shaking hand down to swipe the cum off of his cheek. Feeding it to John, the older sucking at his fingers with a little moaning sound. Gale cleaning off his face until it’s just his glasses left that are streaked. The younger pulls them off, watching as John tries to focus on him. Letting out a little whine when Gale goes to grab a Kleenex from the nightstand.

“John…you can’t just…oh fucking hell.” Gale whispers when John wraps a hand around his wrist and tugs it down. Licking the cum off of his glasses, humming as he does it. Gale’s jaw dropping as he watches his boyfriend, if he could physically get hard again he would. It was a running joke that John was a cum slut, but seeing the way he’s acting now. Has Gale’s head spinning just slightly, John’s eyes blinking a few times before he’s trying to get Gale back in his mouth.

“Wait, let me just, let’s get back into the spots we were in earlier. I can’t just sit on your chest all night.” Gale is saying quickly, John letting out a soft huffing sound before he’s relenting and loosening his hold on Gale’s hips. The younger climbing down on shaky limbs, folding John’s glasses up and setting them on the nightstand. He didn’t think the older boy would care at the moment, he was in a headspace where he just wanted Gale in anyway he could have him.

The younger shifts them back around, getting John propped up again with the wedge pillows. Laying down on his own side, and stuffing an extra pillow behind his back to keep him from flopping over. Letting out a deep inhale, before he’s feeding his soft cock back between John’s lips. A hitching gasp of air sucking between his lips, he was so sensitive it was almost painful. But he had promised, and Gale Cleven kept his promises.

“That’s it…take what you need sweetheart.” Gale whispers as he pets a hand through John’s hair, feeling as his boyfriend resettles against him. Nose nestling in his pubic hair again, tongue cradling his spent length, one of John’s heavy arms curled around his thighs to keep him close. The older boy’s eyes having closed fully again, truly resting and breathing deeply against the younger. Gale trying not to shudder through the little painful pleasure zings going through his groin.

“You’re a good boy John…you’re my good boy.”