Knock Knock, Who's There?

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“I understand, Butch. You just relax and I’ll get us some dinner, alright.” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement as he gathered his strength and pressed a quick kiss to Butch’s hair before slipping away to grab them trays of food.

And just like that, the blush was back. It wasn’t the full flush he’d shown earlier, but his cheeks were darkened a little by Reggie’s actions. It was a sweet thing, really, but as usual, he wouldn’t mention a thing when Reggie returned. He was nervous too, honestly.

Wyoming returned with two trays, having ignored the pointed look and eye roll from Carolina and North, sitting with Butch and smiled, sliding the tray over to him, their shoulders almost touching as usual.

Wyoming fought with himself to not say ‘I’d offer for you to join but you beat me to the showers’. He smiled softly, affection and love in his eyes as Butch left in a flustered mess. He really needed to speak to him about these emotions, it wasn’t great for either of them to dance around the topic.

Really, it was getting ridiculous how the two men danced around each other. Butch himself knew that, especially since no one on their team would stop bothering him about his incredibly obvious feelings.

“I understand, Butch. You just relax and I’ll get us some dinner, alright.” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement as he gathered his strength and pressed a quick kiss to Butch’s hair before slipping away to grab them trays of food.

Wyoming saw the slight flustering in the other, smiling kindly and fighting every part of him which is screaming to just hurry up and bloody kiss him to hold himself still.

“S-sure! Uh. Do you want me to wait for you or… Um…” His dark skin was now a few shades darker from blushing, and it took a lot of self control to maintain eye contact with Reginald. After a brief moment of silence he stood, laughing self-consciously.

Wyoming fought with himself to not say ‘I’d offer for you to join but you beat me to the showers’. He smiled softly, affection and love in his eyes as Butch left in a flustered mess. He really needed to speak to him about these emotions, it wasn’t great for either of them to dance around the topic.

“Unfortunately, I was sparring with Carolina.” Reginald said and shuddered at the memory, smiling as he caught the other averting his gaze. He knew it wasn’t out of disgust, but rather an adorable shyness he adored about the other.

“Ouch. I’m amazed you got out of that one without a broken arm, Reginald!” He laughed lightly. It was certainly no secret that Carolina could be a little overzealous when it came to training- or anything to do with missions themselves. The whole team had taken turns being her punching bag for sparring, and even York hadn’t come out of the training arena without several bruises to show for it.

Wyoming saw the slight flustering in the other, smiling kindly and fighting every part of him which is screaming to just hurry up and bloody kiss him to hold himself still.

Reginald flushed darker and offered a smile. “You know how training can be.” he chuckled, flapping his hand, knowing the fever would send his flower into a panic, and he refused to do that unless he actually had a fever.

“Did you spar with someone? Or did FILSS give you a run for your money?” Butch smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Unfortunately, I was sparring with Carolina.” Reginald said and shuddered at the memory, smiling as he caught the other averting his gaze. He knew it wasn’t out of disgust, but rather an adorable shyness he adored about the other.

Watching Butch like this made his mind go blank for a few seconds and he flushed darker as she fumbled for a response. He couldn’t think about the joke list he usually had on hand in his mind, always having a new one for his beautiful flower, but said beauty was making him draw a blank.

“Aww! I was looking forward to it.” He laughed softly, balling up the towel he’d been using on his hair and throwing it into the nearest laundry chute. Once that was done, Butch took a seat on one of the benches, beginning to braid his hair.

Reginald flushed darker and offered a smile. “You know how training can be.” he chuckled, flapping his hand, knowing the fever would send his flower into a panic, and he refused to do that unless he actually had a fever.

Wyoming slipped into the room, removing his helmet the second he was off the training room floor and rounded the corner, coming face to face with perhaps the most stunning sight he had ever seen. His breath hitched and he secretly wished he had his helmet on as he felt heat build under his skin, but he gently rapped on the nearest locker.

“Who’s there~?” Butch chirped happily in reply, knowing full well who was a few feet away from him. These jokes had become a sort of greeting for them, one that often earned groans from the other members of their team.

Watching Butch like this made his mind go blank for a few seconds and he flushed darker as she fumbled for a response. He couldn’t think about the joke list he usually had on hand in his mind, always having a new one for his beautiful flower, but said beauty was making him draw a blank.

It took two more days, two days where, once again, they were pulled apart. Reginald forced to constantly see doctors and paperwork and Butch… Well he didn’t know what Butch was doing.

Butch honestly had been pulled into a whirlwind himself, once he’d woken up. Reports were to be filed. Since he was the highest ranking official to come back from the long mission alive, it had also been his duty to sign the papers that confirmed the soldiers that didn’t come back KIA. It hurt a lot more than it should’ve- most of the deceased soldiers he’d only known by their rank or state.

Wyoming slipped into the room, removing his helmet the second he was off the training room floor and rounded the corner, coming face to face with perhaps the most stunning sight he had ever seen. His breath hitched and he secretly wished he had his helmet on as he felt heat build under his skin, but he gently rapped on the nearest locker.

Reginald was so tired he didn’t even hesitate or think, just flopped onto his back on the couch and pulled Butch with him to lay on his chest. His bad arm off to the side, his good arm wrapped around Butch and held him close to his chest, nuzzling his hair as he closed his eyes and settled for rest.

“Sleep well, Reggie.” Butch hummed, curling up on the other mans body like a cat. It was comforting to hear his heartbeat, really. It was something to ground him. The consistent fighting had definitely taken a toll on Butch- his ears still seemed to ring with the firing of guns- but Reginald’s presence definitely helped.

It took two more days, two days where, once again, they were pulled apart. Reginald forced to constantly see doctors and paperwork and Butch... Well he didn’t know what Butch was doing.

Reginald couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning into the hand in his hair, trying to control himself. Butch was here, he was safe now, that’s all that mattered. “I’d miss your voice if that happened.” he mumbled.

“I didn’t realize I was that good of a smooth talker.” He joked softly, resting his head against the other mans neck. Butch’s eyes closed, letting out a soft sigh.

Reginald was so tired he didn’t even hesitate or think, just flopped onto his back on the couch and pulled Butch with him to lay on his chest. His bad arm off to the side, his good arm wrapped around Butch and held him close to his chest, nuzzling his hair as he closed his eyes and settled for rest.

Reginald let the other guide them, a little pain sparking up his arm but he smiled at the other, hollow and weak. “Do not be sorry. There’s no need for that. I understand orders.” he drawled and pressed his forehead to Butch’s own, shaking slightly as he tried to stuff down the emotions before remembering;

“Don’t apologize for worrying, Reggie.” Butch smiled softly, moving one of his hands to run through Reginald’s hair soothingly. The hand still cupping Reggie’s cheek continued to rub any tears away. “If I did that, my voice would be nonexistent.”

Reginald couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning into the hand in his hair, trying to control himself. Butch was here, he was safe now, that’s all that mattered. “I’d miss your voice if that happened.” he mumbled.

“Oh yes. Especially Washington.” Reginald chuckled and nosed Butch’s hair happily. “Can we move, please? I don’t think I can stand much longer.” he admitted sheepishly, sounding ruined and just settled into the other’s warm presence.

“Good.” Butch smiled, nodding against Reggie’s shoulder at the prompting and beginning to drag them over to the couch, reluctant to let go of him. He settled them down easily, pulling away slightly to look Reginald in the eyes.

Reginald let the other guide them, a little pain sparking up his arm but he smiled at the other, hollow and weak. “Do not be sorry. There’s no need for that. I understand orders.” he drawled and pressed his forehead to Butch’s own, shaking slightly as he tried to stuff down the emotions before remembering;

Reginald relaxed at hearing Butch’s voice, returning the hug with only one arm and dropping his head to Butch’s shoulder, almost content to drop to the floor, dragging him with and just sleeping then and there.

“Oh yes. Especially Washington.” Reginald chuckled and nosed Butch’s hair happily. “Can we move, please? I don’t think I can stand much longer.” he admitted sheepishly, sounding ruined and just settled into the other’s warm presence.

Knock Knock, Who’s There? (I Love You) ||CLOSED||

Butch really couldn’t remember a day of the project where he and Reggie hadn’t been friends. They were a dangerous pair in many ways- a perfect team on the battlefield- but off duty was such a different story. Butch looked forward to seeing him every day, to hear him make a silly joke or to huddle up with him in the rec room and laugh at their teammates fail at every video game York smuggled into the ship.

Reginald relaxed at hearing Butch’s voice, returning the hug with only one arm and dropping his head to Butch’s shoulder, almost content to drop to the floor, dragging him with and just sleeping then and there.