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Call Me Husband

If he’s honest, he should have known a hundred times before this. There’s no reason why this revelation should be happening now, and frankly, it’s damned inconvenient. But then again, there’s probably no convenient time to realize how fucking head over heels in love you are with your best friend, just because he called you husband in the middle of a fucking job.

(Or, Bronco has some big fucking feelings about the first time Sid calls him “husband.” And every time after that, too.)

Big Dick top and Big guy bottom. IN THE GAY

Last week we went to the cinema to see In the Grey A must-see for any Jake fan!

Thanks to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for the tag today (and Sunday!). I have been in the writing doldrums with JP AU, so ofc I started writing something completely different today. Because why not write a fic for a movie that just came out and no one is going to see? Idc they are in LOVE and that's all that matters to me. 🤣

At some point during Bronco’s complete reboot, Sid had finished up with his conversation with the receptionist and gotten the key to their room, and the next thing Bronco is aware of his one of Sid’s large hands pressing against his lower back, guiding him toward the hall. It’s hot as balls, and the sweat already sliding down Bronco’s spine has only been increased by this turn of events, so he wants to shy away from the touch but at the same time he really, really doesn’t. There’s a warmth in his gut that has nothing to do with the weather as the word knocks around in his head. Maybe he misheard. Maybe his Spanish really is that shit, and he completely misunderstood. “So, uh, back there,” he ventures, his voice coming out less steady than he’d like. He clears his throat. “Just so I’m clear. You told her I was your…” “My husband, yes,” Sid finishes when Bronco trails off. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, but a single brow arcs over the frame. “Problem?” “No, no,” Bronco says, too quickly. He can’t help but adding, under his breath, “Woulda been nice to know.” Sid, of course, hears it. A smirk curls onto his lips. “Sorry, were you under the impression that this all-inclusive tropical resort was somehow not going to be a magnet for couples? That two single men wouldn’t stick out like sore thumbs?” “Not like I’ve been to many of them, have I?” Bronco retorts back, glaring at him. Unfortunately, he’s not sure how effective it is considering that his insides feel like they’ve been tied in knots. Turns out hearing husband in Sid’s accent is way, way worse than the Spanish version. Of course, this just makes Sid’s smile widen. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.” “Fuck off.”