#bentleyxdevon

Devon had been lounging on the sofa, his swollen feet propped up. It was the first time he’d really seen them in weeks. Every time he looked down lately, he could only see his protruding stomach. His back ached & his joints felt tired. It had become too difficult to get much done in the shop at all but it still didn’t quell the constant exhaustion he felt. On the television was some celebrity gossip show. Though he had no interest, he couldn’t find the energy to look for the remote control.

His eyelids finally shut as he nodded off. Just as he had fallen into a steady sleep, he was suddenly awoken by a loud scuffle outside the door. When it opened, his dog came clambering in excitedly. Hey Killer, he smiled, reaching a hand out to scratch the canine behind the ears. What’s going on out there? And where’s Dad?

As soon as he’d said it, he heard the door slam loudly behind him. Bentley came stomping into the house, throwing the dog’s leash onto the table. When Devon turned to find out what was upsetting him, he started to laugh. He hadn’t meant to, especially since he could tell that his fiancé was furious, but he couldn’t help himself when he took in the sight.

Bent? Baby? Devon called out cautiously, still trying to contain himself. Why are you covered in mud?

The blond fumed as he turned towards his pregnant mate. Is this fucking funny to you? he hissed through clenched teeth. Why don’t you ask your damn dog?

Devon quirked a brow playfully, waiting for the man to realize what he’d suggested. Finally he sighed when he realized it would take a little longer for his fiancé to calm down. I already tried. Killer won’t tell me.

Killer! Bentley spit loudly. Killer decided he wanted to be a cat today. A fucking humming bird, the teeny tiny, quick moving, flower sucker was fluttering around a bush on the path we took today during his walk. Fucking cat-dog there suddenly took off before I even realized what happened. He yanked me forward, broke his fucking leash, & sent me flying into a damn pile of filthy fucking mud.

Devon could no longer hold back & let out a boisterous laugh, holding his stomach as he fell back against the cushions of the couch. Holy shit. I’m sorry, Bent.

Yeah, you sound SO sorry, the tattooed blond huffed as he pulled off his soiled shirt, gripping it tightly in his fist. You know I’m doing this for you. There should be some level of sympathy here, Dev.

But I’m carrying your child, lover, Devon returned.

Nice try, dick. I carried both boys, remember?

**Again.. set in the past, before their sons were born & they settled into a stable life together. If you go chrono through the “bentleyxdevon” tag, this is taking place at the party that led them into that first scene we see with them**

Their eyes met the moment the brunette walked into the crowded room. Bentley swallowed hard, looking quickly away. There was some satisfaction when he noticed the man had come alone. Though he knew it was only a matter of time before his ex came over to him, he wanted to act as uninterested as he could. Inside he was struggling with his own feelings.

They’d had their biggest fight yet. Once again, it had ended when Bentley threw Devon & his things out of their shared home. Inside a small part of him still felt angry with his partner. Yet, he couldn’t deny how badly he missed waking up next to the man every morning. They provided a comfort for one another that no one else could. They’d been best friends since fourteen. Within a few years, they’d progressed to something more. After spending so much of his life being unsure, it was Devon who made him feel okay with who he is.

He didn’t have to turn around when he felt the cool hand lightly touch his arm. Immediately he knew it belonged to Devon. The man stepped in front of him, a weak smile on his perfect lips. How have you been?

I’m alright, the blond muttered, looking down at his nearly empty cup.

Devon nodded. Can we talk?

I don’t know. It’s probably best that we don’t.

Come on, Bent. Please? the man asked desperately, reaching over to run his hand slowly down the detective’s side. Surprisingly, Bentley didn’t attempt to shy away from his touch. You’ve been avoiding me & it’s fucking killing me.

You said you wished you hadn’t followed me here, that you’d stayed behind in Aurora Skies. You said you would’ve been happier there, Bentley growled in response. That means you’d be happier without me. If you didn’t move we both know that we probably wouldn’t have ever talked again, Devon. I didn’t force you to do anything, ya know?

You’re right. You didn’t, the man quickly agreed. I was upset. I’m sorry, Bentley. I didn’t mean that & you know I didn’t. I wouldn’t be standing here now begging you to talk to me, to let me apologize in hopes that you’ll forgive me, if I didn’t want to be here with you. I love you.

Please shut up. I can’t stand how appealing your voice is, the blond sighed, shaking his head. He could feel himself softening. It was stupid to think he could stay strong against a man who meant the world to him. Listen, Dev… I don’t think now is the time to have this discussion, alright? We’re at a party, there’s a lot of people around & we’ve both been drinking.

Can we at least spend some time together? I miss you, Devon murmured, stepping forward & hooking two fingers into the front pocket of his ex-boyfriend’s jeans. We always have fun together, don’t we?

Rolling his eyes, Bentley finally smiled. Seeing that, Devon pulled him in close & kissed him softly on the neck. Fun. Nothing more. I’m still pissed at you.

Dev knows they're cute!