#sidbronco

Finished it, damn Bronco and Sid is HUSBAND!!

and Rachel is the boss. she's smart and clever than her look

IT should called IN THE GAY, cause no one straight in this film.

7/10!

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.”

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.)

Thank you to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for the tag today! What I can offer is more of this In the Grey fic, which is very very close to done! Posting some time this week!

“That wasn’t the plan,” Sid says flatly. Bronco can feel him staring. “Now that she’s gone, how bad is it really?” Bronco wants to lie again, but it’s starting to feel like too much effort. He stares down at his hand, covered in his own blood. The gold ring on his finger glints back up at him through the red. “Bad enough that you should let me go alone,” he admits.

Big Dick top and Big guy bottom. IN THE GAY