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Dare I request more of that Bandstand au.....possibly the ârepriseâ of This Is Life where our three favorite idiots finally come together?
Well, since you asked so nicelyâŚPart One was here. Also tagging @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels.
Flynn isnât entirely sure how he gets back to his roomâhe walks himself obviously, but he doesnât remember it at all, not when his jacket smells like Lucy, when his mouth feels branded from her kiss, when his fingers twitch at his side at the ghost of her waist under them. He could go back. Despite what he said, Lucy would probably be willing to repeat her offer. Which, of course, is exactly why he shouldnât.
(Heâs not a saint, just a man. And it has been a very long time. He could tell himself it would just be to sleep, that he wouldnât do anything other than wrap his arms around her and hold her tight, but there wouldnât be a chance in hell of him sticking to that if she kissed him again.)
If I come in, I will lose myself in you. It would be so easy. It hadnât been a lie.
Flynn takes a steadying breath as he forces the thought away and opens his own door. Not that his room presents any less of a minefield given that heâs sharing with Wyatt, but itâs a minefield of a different kind. Heâs more comfortable with that one, like he has a map with marks everywhere he should avoid. With Lucy, his losses match hers. With Wyatt, itâs their scars that match. Somehow thatâs easier to manage.
Wyatt isnât there when Flynn walks in, and all Flynn hopes is that heâs sticking with Ethan instead of ConnorâConnorâs jokes might be better, but the hangover tomorrow probably wonât be worth it. Not that he thinks Wyatt would do anything to jeopardize their shot here, but Flynn knows all too well thereâs a lot of weight on those shoulders right now. The divorce with Jessica, Lucy finally demanding answers about Noah, all of them working themselves half to death to make this all happenâ
And then thereâs him. Them. A stolen kiss in the dark that they havenât talked about to match the one from back during the war that they have. The only think Flynn knows about the second is that he should probably stop letting Wyatt kiss him when Wyattâs been drinking.
(He wonât. Because Wyatt only does it when he needs it, and he wonât ask for it when heâs sober. Or, at least, he hasnât before. And Flynn doesnât have it in him to turn him away, even if heâs always stopped it from going any further than kisses.)
Itâs funny in a dark, ironic sort of way. Flynn went to war to escape his grief, not caring if he died, welcoming the possibility even. And then he found a different sort of family to the one heâd lost. Another family and another love. Two loves, in fact. And by some miracle, Lucy wants the same thing he does. All of them. Together.
Wyattâs the wild card. Always has been, always will be. Flynn understands the guilt and self-loathing and all the rest better than Wyatt probably thinks he does, but in a way that just makes it more difficult to know what the final outcome might be. He could decide, as Flynn himself has, that itâs better to work through the pain and grief and trauma with people who care for him, or he could decide that he isnât deserving of that and run.
Flynn really hopes itâs the former.
A key turns in the lock as Flynn is in the middle of undressing, shirt unbuttoned and suspenders hanging loose. Wyatt comes in, steadier on his feet than Wyatt might have expected.
âHey,â Wyatt greets, tossing his own jacket onto a nearby chair. âLucy get to bed alright?â
Before Flynn can answer, Wyattâs eyes drop to Flynnâs mouth, to where Flynn is sure his lips are still stained with Lucyâs lipstick. Wyatt goes still, his smile dimming.
âOh.â
âWyattââ
Wyatt tears his eyes away and clears his throat, focusing his attention on divesting himself of the rest of his evening-wear.
âThatâs great, man. Iâm really happy for you two.â
Flynn sighs. âWyattââ
âReally, I am,â Wyatt continues. âYou make her happy, and she makes you happy. Youâyou deserve each other.â
âWyattââ
âAnd you know, I think Noahââ Wyattâs voice cracks and Flynn finds himself crossing the room without even thinking about it. âNoah would have wanted that for you. Both of you.â
âWyatt!â
Wyattâs head snaps up and his eyes widen at Flynnâs proximity. Flynn considers telling him what he and Lucy discussed, but there are some moments where actions really are better than words. Especially when Wyatt doesnât seem to be in a state where heâs ready to listen to words.
Which is why Flynn pushes Wyatt back against the wall and kisses him. Wyatt makes a hurt sound and grips Flynnâs open shirt, pulling him harder against him. Their previous kisses were always tentative, soft, but this is wild and fierce and hardâWyatt claws at Flynn as if he canât get close enough, as if he wants to absorb him into himself. Flynn licks into Wyattâs mouth and Wyatt shudders.
âI want you,â Flynn pants out when he pulls back just enough to breathe. âI want you. Lucy wants you. We both want you with us. So stop with the congratulations and the sad eyes because there is no us without you.â
Wyatt blinks slowly, his eyes dark and mouth wet. Flynn deliberately forces himself not to think about how that might look in a different situation.
âI donâtââ Wyatt clears his throat. âYouâwhat?â
Flynn kisses him again and Wyatt goes pliant, falling into him like itâs the only place he wants to be.
âWe can talk about it tomorrow, after the audition,â Flynn says. âBut for tonightâŚgo brush your teeth so you donât taste like a bar and then get your ass in bed.â
Wyatt swallows hard, looking between Flynn and the two beds. âWhich one?â
âMine, if you want,â Flynn replies. âJust to sleep, butââ
âYes.â The response comes so quickly, Wyatt looks as if heâs even surprised himself. But he doesnât take it back, even when his cheeks flush. âIâI want.â
Flynn nods and steps back. What he said to Lucy applies to Wyatt as well, but with him even more soâneither of them are in a position where they should be having sex, as much as it might be an appealing thought. But that doesnât mean they have to sleep alone when theyâre already sharing a room.
Wyatt slips past him to the bathroom and Flynn finishes undressing before getting in bed. A few minutes later, the mattress dips and Flynn doesnât hesitate to toss an arm over Wyattâs waist. Itâs not the first time heâs held the other man, but itâs the first time like thisâin a bed, just because he wants to instead of it being a necessary way to keep warm in a trench.
He doesnât dare tell Wyatt he loves him, just as he hadnât told Lucy in so many words, but he does. He does. And as he curls close, he canât help thinking he wants this every night.
âFlynnâŚâ Wyatt murmurs.
Flynn presses a kiss to his forehead. âSleep. We can talk tomorrow.â
Wyatt doesnât argue. Flynn drifts off without another thought.
When Wyatt wakes up, it takes him a few minutes to reorient himself. Heâs warm and comfortable, wrapped up in arms that are far too big to belong to JessâFlynn. God, Flynn. Everything from the night before comes flooding backâthe way his stomach had dropped and twisted when he saw lipstick on Flynnâs mouth, the way Flynn had pushed him up against the wall and given him the kiss of his life, âWe both want you with us.ââoh, god.
He canât breathe suddenly, the warm, comforting weight of Flynn turning constricting even though the man himself hasnât moved. Wyatt slips out from under his arm as carefully as he can, then grabs some clothes and locks himself in the bathroom.
We both want you with us.
What? Flynn and Lucy want what? They canât want him, they shouldnât want him. Heâs a walking grenade, a wrecking ball. Heâs falling apart. He canât drop that on them to deal with, no matter how much he might want to. No matter how much he wants them too. He doesnât deserve them. He never could. And when they realize thatâŚtheyâll leave.
Wyattâs hands shake so badly at the thought that he has to grip the sink to steady himself.
SoâŚbetter that they donât try to put up with him in the first place. They could be happy together. Thereâs no need for him to ruin that.
Flynn is still asleep when Wyatt leaves the bathroom. Small mercies. If he wakes up when Wyatt slips out of the room, at least he isnât there to see it.
He just needs to focus, thatâs all. Heâs not running away, heâs justâŚgiving Flynn space. Space to realize that he isnât what either of them should want. And maybe he needs the space himself, to process the fact that Flynn kissed him, Flynn kissed him instead of the other way around. It doesnât matter, shouldnât matter, because either way heâs no good for Flynn or Lucy or both of them togetherâJesus, thatâs still a hell of a thoughtâbut the memory of Flynnâs hands pushing him back, the strength in him, the confidence is enough to make Wyatt weak.
Wyatt kills time wandering around Central Park, the frigid winter air just bracing enough to chase away all the what-ifs and fantasies that threaten to undo him. When he makes it back in time to catch everyone else headed to brunch, he avoids Flynnâs eyes and tries not to think about the way Lucyâs fingers catch Flynnâs briefly as they walk together before she pulls away. Instead, Wyatt draws Rufus and Dave into conversation and tries to pretend like heâs not falling apart.
So, nothing new.
âOkay, what gives?â Rufus asks hours later, once Flynn and Lucy have left and Rufus, Wyatt, and Ethan are the only ones still lingering at the table. âEverything was great last night and now youâre acting like a spooked horse whenever Flynn gets too close.â
âIâm notââ
âYou are,â Ethan agrees. âEven more than usual. So, yeah, what gives?â
Wyatt swallows hard and stares down at his near-empty plate. âNothing,â he says. âJust, uh, I was thinking maybe I could room with you two tonight? If itâs not too much trouble.â
Rufus snorts. âOkay, like hell is that nothing. What, did he finally admit heâs in love with you or something?â
Wyatt freezes.
ââŚoh shit.â
âItâs notââ Wyatt tugs at his shirt collar, wondering if it would be such a bad thing if it strangled him. âHe kissed Lucy. Thatâs all.â
âBullshit,â Ethan replies. âYou wouldnât be this twitchy if it were just about Flynn kissing Lucy. None of us are blind, we know how they look at you.â
âItâsâokay, fine, maybe something else happened,â Wyatt admits. âBut it canât happen again, okay? Itâs best if it doesnât, so I justâplease, can I just stay with you tonight?â
Ethan and Rufus share a look over the top of his head and Rufus nods.
âOnly tonight,â he says. âBut we get the truth. And no color commentary from you either, just the facts.â
âWhat, now?â
âWeâve got time,â Ethan says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
Wyatt looks from him to Rufus, taking in their matching expectant looks. His stomach twists, but he isnât ready to go back to his room and risk running into Flynn yet, nor is he prepared to consider the prospect of spending another night in Flynnâs arms. Or in a separate bed, just feet apart, with the memory of it replaying over and over again.
âFine.â
When Wyatt finishes, Rufusâs face is impassive, but Ethan looksâŚupset.
âEthan?â
âYou know, I told Flynn to be careful with your heart,â he says, pushing back his chair. âI didnât realize I should have been saying it the other way around.â
âHey now,â Rufus interjects, standing as well. âEasy. Thatâs not fair, man.â
âYes, it is,â Ethan insists. âTheyâre in love with him and he wants to just throw that away.â
âThatâs not what Iâm doing,â Wyatt argues.
âIsnât it?â
The three of them are quiet until they get out to the street, heading back to the hotel.
âTheyâre better off without me. Given enough time, theyâll realize that as well,â Wyatt says then. âLucyââ
âFor godâs sake,â Ethan swears. âLucy already knows the worst of what you could tell her. Flynn knows too, because he was there for almost all of it. They fell in love with you anyway. And you want to give that up becauseâwhat, youâre scared?â
âItâs not so easy asââ
âFuck you, Logan, I know itâs not easy. Weâve all got shit, none of that is easy. But finding people who get it is a hell of a lot better than wandering in the dark until you eat the barrel of a gun one day.â
Wyatt steps back like heâs been struck, and even Rufus sucks in an audible breath.
âI havenâtâI wouldnâtââ
Ethan gives him a look that says Donât lie to a fellow vet, and Wyatt stops trying.
âIâm not ready,â he admits instead. âIâll fuck it up.â
âIt you think they wonât wait for you to be ready, youâre an even bigger fool than I thought,â Ethan replies. âThe point is, you tell them that. You donât run.â
The thought of talking makes Wyatt want to break out in hives, but the look on Ethanâs face makes it clear that further arguing isnât going to go well for him.
âLook, Wyatt,â Rufus says. âYou were a pretty sorry bastard when we first started all this. But with themâŚthey make you happy. And if thereâs one thing Iâve realized since getting back, itâs that we have to take happiness when it comes. Just because it isnât easy doesnât mean it isnât right. If itâs hard, that means itâs real.â
The three of them stop in the hotel lobby and Wyatt doesnât know what else to say. Not that he was necessarily expecting them to agree with him, but he also wasnât expectingâŚthisâŚeither. The elevator opens and Rufus and Ethan step in. When Wyatt doesnât follow, Ethan holds out a hand to stop the doors from closing, dropping his voice so only Wyatt can hear.
âThe man I loved drowned in the middle of the Atlantic,â he says. âIâll never get him back. So if I have to sit here and watch you blow this for yourself because youâd rather be a self-loathing jackass than risk actually being happy, Iâll kick your ass myself. Got it?â
He steps back and lets the doors close before Wyatt can think of anything to say in reply. Wyatt takes the stairs.
Lucy doesnât know what she expected from the day after kissing Flynn in a hotel hallway, but itâs surprisingly normal. The only difference is that when she sees him, she doesnât worry about walking too close or pulling away when their hands brush. Instead, she welcomes the casual touches, letting their fingers catch and release, a quiet thrill sparking down her spine. Her only real concern is WyattâWyatt, who looks more than a little like a dog thatâs been kicked in the moments where he thinks no one is looking.
âI kissed him,â Flynn admits as they walk back to the hotel. âAnd I told him we both wanted him and that we could talk about that later today. But he was gone when I woke up.â
âMaybe it was too much at once?â Lucy wonders. âI mean, he and Jess just ended things a month ago.â
âI know, butââ Flynn rakes a hand through his hair. âYou didnât see him. He kept saying how happy he was for us and wouldnât look at me and I couldnât let him thinkâbut maybe I pushed too hard.â
Lucy rests her hand on his arm, then lets it travel down so she can twine their fingers together.
âIf you thought it was necessary, it probably was,â she says. âIt just means we might have to be more careful with him. Go slow.â
âSlow,â Flynn echoes. He glances down at their tangled hands and squeezes gently. âI can manage slow.â
When they reach his door, Lucy drops Flynnâs hand in favor of kissing him ever so softly before pulling away. Thereâs none of the desperate heat of the night before, just pure sweetness and familiarity. Slow. She can also manage that. With both of them.
âIâll see you in a few hours,â she says. âHave to go make myself contest presentable.â
âYouâre already beautiful,â Flynn replies, and Lucy barely restrains herself from kissing him again.
Slow. They can do slow.
Of course, that thought goes out the window after the audition itself, when the producer, Nicholas Keynes tells them theyâve made it onto the broadcast before they even finish the number. Lucy, Wyatt, and Flynn sign the form his assistantâa Miss Whitmoreâputs in front of them without reading it, and in the high of having cleared yet another step in their journey, Lucy forgets herself. Theyâve barely stepped outside when she looks at Wyattâs broad grin and pulls him down to kiss her.
Wyatt freezes when her mouth touches his, but then slowly, tentatively returns the kiss. His hands tremble when he settles them on her waist, and it just makes Lucy want to kiss him harder, to prove that he doesnât need to be afraid, that she wants him, she loves him, she forgives him, and she isnât going anywhere.
He wets his lips when he pulls back, as if chasing the taste of her, and elation and panic war in his eyes. Wyatt looks at Flynn over her shoulder, then to her, then back again.
âI wasnât lying last night,â Flynn says quietly. âThereâs no us without you.â
âIââ Wyatt shoves his hands into his pockets, as though that might stop them from shaking. âIâm not ready.â
âThatâs okay,â Lucy replies, reaching out to touch his face. âWeâll be here when you are.â
âIâm not worth thatââ
âThatâs for us to decide,â she interrupts. Space, sheâll give him. Time, sheâll give him. But no one gets to put down the people she loves, not even them. âAnd I think youâre worth everything. Both of you.â
Lucy kisses his cheek and steps back.
âI love you, Wyatt Logan,â she says. She hadnât needed to say it with Flynn, but she thinks Wyatt needs to hear it in a way that Flynn perhaps didnât. âI love you, and I want to be with you, however long it takes. SoâŚtake your time, freak out if you need to, as long as you come back to us.â
Wyatt looks over at Flynn once more. Flynn shrugs.
âWhat she said.â
Wyatt blows out a breath and grabs his case. âIâm sorry, I justââ
âDonât say anything right now,â Flynn says. âJust think about it. Can you do that at least?â
Their eyes lock and hold for a long moment, and finally, Wyatt nods.
âYeah, IâI can think about it.â With that, he walks off, and Lucy has to press her lips together to stop herself from calling him back.
âWhen you said slow, I didnât think you meant the speed of a moving train.â
Lucy narrows her eyes at Flynnâs tease. âYou werenât any better last night,â she replies.
Flynn laughs and takes her hand, bringing it to his lips. âNo, I wasnât.â
âDo you think heâll run?â She asks.
âI thinkâŚweâll have to wait and see. In the meantime, weâll give him space, like you said. The ball is in his court now.â
Wait and see. Lucy hates that thereâs a risk, hates that thereâs always a chance Wyatt could decide to leave them both completely. Because no matter what, she needs him in her life, even if he doesnât want it to be in a romantic capacity. Sheâs tired of losing people.
But Flynn is right. Pushing any harder might really unravel everything. SoâŚtheyâll wait and see.
As it turns out, they donât have to wait long.
Lucy hardly sees Wyatt leading up to the broadcast, but heâs there with the rest of them when Ethan rushes in minutes before and tells them the truth about what exactly it is they signed.
âWait, soâŚif we go out thereââ
âTheyâll own your song,â Ethan replies.
âThen weâll just have to play something no one would ever dare put in the pictures,â Flynn says. He and Wyatt lock eyes again and something passes between them before Wyatt looks at Lucy.
âDo you remember all the original words to Welcome Home? Could you sing it right nowâthe original version?â
âIââ Lucyâs heart skips a beat. âYes, butâŚWyatt, Flynn, are you sure? We could be blacklisted, or worse.â
âWeâve all been through worse,â he replies, and as she looks around, everyone nods. âAnd this isâthey want a fantasy, they want to pretend that we all made it home and itâs this beautiful, heroic thing. But thatâsâthatâs not true. What happened over there, thatâs true. What this band means to us, thatâs true. What I feelââ
Wyattâs voice cracks as he looks between her and Flynn, and he clears his throat before continuing. âWhat I feel for you, for both of you, is true. No matter how hard it is, no matter how much time it takes, I needâI need to be with you. Because I loveâI loveââ
Lucy kisses him then, kisses him as the band before them finishes and makes their way offstage, then kisses Flynn for good measure. And with a deep breath, she steps onto the stage.
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