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Delta Landscaping | Ch 14: Sparks Fly Like the Fourth of July

Series Masterlist | Chapter 14 A03 Link

Word Count: 8.2k (sorry!)

Previously on As the Mule Falls: The Pikes moved into the neighborhood and immediate sparks flew between Benny and Vanessa. The boys got materials and supplies to work on Melissa’s backyard and the neighbors organized another party via their group chat.

In this Episode: Marcus and Victoria get their day off to a fun start. Frankie and Jo keep chatting. Cousin Joel and Sarah call Benny and Will. The neighbors meet up at David and Ty’s house for a party. Cue a montage: David in a red, white, and blue feather boa, Benny making Vanessa laugh, Will and Marcus conspiring, and a game of cornhole. We end with Will and Katie having a heart-to-heart. Have your bingo card ready for another PPCU Easter egg!

Chapter Warnings: Brief unprotected P in V (established couple), allusions to PTSD and complicated feelings around being a veteran, some angst, and Marcus Pike and Cousin Joel both need their own warnings. Feral David.

*Cue the theme music and roll opening credits*

“Babe, what’re doing?” Victoria whispered, peeking around the corner into the kitchen to find Marcus rifling through boxes in the dark.

“Hey, I…uh…I was trying to surprise you,” he turned with a sheepish grin, his white V-neck shirt riding up slightly as he set a box atop the counter.

She cocked her head to the side as she walked further into the kitchen, her arms finding her husband’s waist. “And what surprise would pull you out of bed at 5 in the morning, mi amor?”

“I was looking for the griddle…I wanted to surprise you all with pancakes.”

“Ay, mi vida, you are literally the sweetest,” she brought both of her hands up to cradle his face, pressing a kiss to his lips. “How about pancakes this weekend when we have more stuff unpacked? How’s that sound?” She rubbed up and down his back.

“Ok,” he pouted. “We need to get groceries, there’s nothing in the house.”

“Well, we have that party today. We should probably bring something, can’t show up empty-handed to our first neighborhood party,” she winked. “I’ll shoot Megan a text later to see what she thinks and then maybe Nessa and I will run out to Publix this morning. We’ll pick up some donuts or something for the kids for breakfast.”

“You always have it all figured out,” he moved his hands up from her hips to her mid-back and bent down for a kiss. “One thing though,” he said against her lips.

“What’s that?”

“Well,” he pulled back, a devilish look coming across his face as she brushed the errant curl off his forehead. “Nobody’s going to be up for at least another hour…and since I’m off pancake duty…” he smirked.

“Special Agent Pike. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“We’ve already gotten the bedroom taken care of mi amor, how about the kitchen next?” He pushed her towards the dining room table, urging her to sit once her thighs grazed the edge.

“Marcus,” she giggled as he trailed open-mouth kisses down her jaw to her neck.

Experts at quickies thanks to having two small children, they moved in tandem as she pulled down his sweatpants and he pushed her oversized sleeping shirt up her thighs and pulled her underwear to the side. As he notched himself at her entrance, his mouth returned to hers, swallowing her moan as he started to ease himself in.

“You were ready for me baby,” he smiled against her lips, loving the sounds he pulled from her whenever he hit that spot.

“Fuck, Marcus…” she mewled as he kept a steady pace.

It didn’t take long before they both found their bliss and amidst soft giggles they cleaned themselves up and went back to their bedroom for round two.

Even though it had only been a day, Frankie and Jo kept in pretty consistent communication. From texts throughout the day to hours spent talking on the phone last night, they were both still giddy from their time together.

Her morning got started pretty early. Her company was a big sponsor of the Peachtree Road Race, an annual 10k in Atlanta held around Independence Day, so she had to be there to ensure everything looked up to standards. Although she grumbled when her alarm went off, she suddenly felt a lift when she saw a text from Frankie waiting for her.

Frankie: Good luck today!

Jo: Aw thanks! I can’t believe I got dragged to this.

Frankie: You're going to do great! Send me a picture of the medal when you're done.

Jo: I'm not running the race silly

Frankie: Well, you deserve one anyway

Jo: Well, I think deserve a pic of you in your swim trunks later Morales

Frankie: I'll see what I can do.

Frankie smiled at his phone as he tossed it onto the kitchen counter. He was still on cloud nine from the weekend and couldn't even feel the soreness of his muscles from yesterday's training session with Benny. He also almost forgot what day it was.

The Fourth of July brought up different emotions for the guys. None of them wanted the attention that came from being veterans, they mostly kept to themselves on a day like today. But the idea of being around the neighbors of Mule Fall Court brought some comfort to Frankie, especially since Jo couldn’t be there in person.

Although she wasn’t physically there, Frankie was excited about seeing her later on FaceTime for their virtual movie date. It was her idea to watch something together, figuring she could maybe help take his mind off things once the fireworks started. Her words from last night still floated through his mind, enveloping him in warmth.

“I want to be there for you the way you were there for me.”

“Hey man,” Benny walked in from his run to find Will leaning against the kitchen counter, staring off into space as he drank his coffee.

Will cleared his throat, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the anxiety that started to cloud his mind. “Hey…good run?”

“Yeah, yeah. All good. Listen, ah…I know we said we’d go over to David and Ty’s today, but if you’d rather do something else I’m down. We can…I dunno grab some beers and chill here. Or we can-”

“It’s all good Ben. It will probably be good for me, well for us, to …I dunno I guess it might do us some good to be around friends,” the corner of Will’s mouth perked up as he got a devilish look in his eye. “Besides, I need to see the girl who made little hearts float around your head,” he chuckled.

Benny’s ears turned red as he faced away from Will, walking to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He had no idea who may have given his brother the heads-up about Vanessa. Santi was the obvious first choice, but he had a feeling this was more of Frankie’s doing. His mind raced trying to figure out what to say, but relief washed over him when he heard Will’s phone buzz.

“Well look who it is! Hey there baby girl,” Will answered, beaming at the screen.

“Hi, Uncle Will. Happy Fourth of July!” Sarah waved a little American flag across the screen before wagging it in front of her father’s face of screen.

“Hey! Nothing for your favorite uncle?” Benny appeared behind Will, an arm around his brother’s neck as he winked at a giggling Sarah.

“Uncle Benny!” She squealed with the biggest smile on her face. “Daddy said you have a fight soon! You gonna win?”

“Of course sweetie pie,” Benny smiled back, putting on a brave face for his favorite girl. “Hey! You planned the shirt for this summer yet?”

For the past several years, Joel let Sarah design a special edition Miller Contracting shirt. It started one summer when she was playing with a new paint set and decided to get a bit creative with an old shirt of Joel's. Rather than get mad, Joel fed her artistic side and let her create a design. He then had the shirt replicated and ordered enough for his crew, Tommy, and his cousins and friends. Everyone looked forward to getting the “Sarah Special” each summer and wearing it proudly no matter the design or color.

“I'm thinkin’ like a bright teal? And the logo in white.”

“You goin’ easy on us this year baby girl?” Joel teased with a side-eye.

“Yeah, I was expecting you to bust about the big guns. Y’know I always get compliments on that neon pink one from last year when I wear it to the gym,” Benny added, his eyes twinkling as he saw Sarah crinkle her nose.

“That’s because you cut it all up…it’s barely a shirt,” Will winked as Benny rolled his eyes.

“Gotta give those followers what they want huh Bean?” Joel smirked, quickly changing the subject when he saw Sarah’s interest piqued. “So, ah, what’re you all up to today?” He put his arm around Sarah’s shoulder so she could rest her head on his chest.

“We ah…got a neighborhood party…gonna go over there for a bit, see how it is and then lay low once the fireworks start,” Will with a tight smile, not wanting to say too much in front of Sarah.

“Damn those neighbors of yours sure do love to throw a party.”

“Yeah well, we had some new ones move in yesterday and Benny seems pretty ah…interested from what it sounds like,” Will ruffled his little brother's hair as Benny slapped him across the stomach.

“Ah, gotta girl you like there Bean?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Ooo is she pretty Uncle Benny?” Sarah added which made Joel and Will both snort seeing Benny so embarrassed.

“Oh well, will you look at that…bad connection…we gotta go bye! Love you!” Benny switched off the phone as Will doubled over in laughter.

Although Benny didn't always love being the butt of a joke, if it got his brother to laugh on a day like today, then he'd gladly take the hit.

“Babe, where’s my cup?” David yelled from the kitchen as Ty filled some coolers with ice on the lanai.

“Which specific one are you referring to, sweetheart? You have 20,” Ty responded sarcastically. David’s Stanley cup collection had grown exponentially over the past year, to the point that their kitchen cabinets were starting to become overrun by the things.

“The red, white, and blue one, duh!” David huffed as he came outside. “I have no idea where it is.”

“We need to install like shelves or something so you can see them all. Maybe if you see the whole collection you’ll stop buying more,” his eyes widened with a tight smile.

“Oooo, what if we have one of the guys install it for us? Could be fun for the both of us,” David winked as Ty rolled his eyes. “C’mon, admit it, any of them with a toolbelt…nailing…and hammering…and…”

“Ok…get your shit together, Blanche,” Ty cut him off. “We have guests arriving soon and I need you to quench your thirst.” He walked back into the kitchen, opening a cabinet and finding the cup in question. “Here.” “What would I do without you?” David walked up, kissing Ty on the cheek.

“Where’s your swimsuit?” Victoria raised an eyebrow as her sister came downstairs in an oversized T-shirt, jean shorts, and flip-flops.

“I'm not wearing one,” Vanessa side-eyed her with her lips pressed in a line. She scooped up Mariella who was babbling “uppy uppy” at her.

Victoria sighed as she got her backpack together with some snacks and a change of clothes for the kids. “That person was an ass, Nessa, don’t pay them any attention.”

“Who was an ass? What happened?” Marcus asked, coming around the corner and tucking his sunglasses into the collar of his heather gray crew-neck t-shirt.

“Someone at the donut shop asked Nessa if she wa-”

“Hey! Stop, don’t,” Vanessa hissed, cutting her sister off. “Same old sh- I mean, stuff, Buck, you know,” she gave Marcus a pleading look, hoping he’d pick up on the fact that she wanted to change the subject.

He walked around the kitchen island over to her wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “Oh Vandy,” he kissed her forehead. “Don’t let some idiot ruin your day ok? We’re going to have fun,” he winked, seeing the slightest twinkle in her eye as she gave him a side hug.

“Francisco! Que allegria!” Lulu approached with open arms as Frankie and the boys walked into the party.

“We…I mean, she missed you so much, must be nice being the favorite huh?” David winked, shaking hands with the guys.

“Wow, I see how it is, chopped liver!” Benny sarcastically scoffed, as Lulu tsked and brought him in for a hug.

“Benny! How’s the training going? Lis says you have a fight soon?” Danny asked as he and Melissa walked up. All of the neighbors started to gather around the four newest additions to the party.

“Oh ah, yeah, going good. A few weeks to go.” Benny rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, I don’t have my rotation set in stone yet, but if I’m in town I’d love to come. I mean…if that’s cool with you. I haven't seen MMA in person in a couple of years and now I have someone to root for,” Danny smiled.

“Ooo yeah! A group outing! I’ve never been to a fight before! Sounds…fun,” David clapped his hands.

“You need a cheering section right, Benny?” Megan asked as she sipped her drink.

“We'll make you signs,” Katie added, her mind already thinking of a design.

“Oh ah, yeah, the more the merrier,” Benny chuckled, suddenly realizing that he’d opened up the door for the entire neighborhood to come to see him possibly get his ass kicked.

“It’s gonna be a big night, our cousin may come from Texas…Ben’s gonna have quite the supporter’s section,” Will put his arm around his brother, noticing Katie’s head snap at attention out of the corner of his eye.

“Are those the new neighbors?” Ty asked, looking past Benny and Will and toward the family who just walked in.

“Oh yes, the Pike’s! You’ll love them, they're super nice,” Melissa gushed, waving wildly and grabbing Victoria’s attention.

Will side-eyed his brother and felt his back straighten. “So, ah, which one is your girl,” he whispered, as Frankie and Santiago snorted at Benny’s sudden change in demeanor.

“Shhh, she’s not my girl,” Benny looked down wishing he could shrink down to the size of an ant and scurry away.

“Purple hair,” Santiago muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he took a sip of the beer Frankie handed him.

“She’s pretty, Ben.” Seeing his brother so flustered was quite amusing to Will. “You gonna talk to her or…”

“I know how to talk to a girl,” Benny replied, a bit petulantly which made Will and Santiago stifle some laughs.

“Hey, hey, let him go at his own pace…I got faith in ya Benny,” Frankie winked, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he managed to get a small smile out of Benny.

“Hey, our movers! Great to see you guys again,” Marcus chuckled as he shook hands with the guys, stopping and introducing himself to Will.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Will, Benny’s brother. Seems like I got out of the impromptu moving duties yesterday huh?”

“You did, all good though, these guys were pretty efficient. Oh ah, Will, this is my wife Victoria and our kids Nico and Mariella,” Will smiled, shaking Victoria’s hand and managing to get a high five from each of the kids. “And this is Vanessa, Vic’s sister.”

“Hi Will, nice to meet you,” Vanessa felt a little intimidated by Will initially, but his sweet, genuine smile put her at ease.

“Vanessa. Nice to meet you. Cool hair,” he gestured up with his chin.

“Oh ah, thanks,” she played with the ends. I uh dyed it myself,” she looked down at her feet, shy that a handsome man complimented her.

“You didn’t tell us that yesterday!” Santiago chimed in. “So you a hairdresser or something?”

“Oh ah no, not professionally. I’ve always kinda dabbled with it.” She bit her lower lip, eyes flitting over to catch Benny softly smiling at her.

“She cuts my hair,” Marcus jumped in. “Haven’t gotten any complaints,” he winked at Victoria who rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a smirk.

“You know, I could probably use a haircut soon,” Frankie took off his cap and ran his fingers through his hair.

“NO!” David yelled from across the lanai, everyone stopping to look at him. Ty lowered his chin and looked at his partner from over the top of his sunglasses. “I um…sorry, Ty grabbed the wrong cups. Babe, remember, we need to go grab the ones from inside,” his eyes widened as he backed away and scurried into the house.

“Ignore him, it’s been a while since we hosted anything,” Ty laughed it off, walking into the house after David.

Frankie chuckled and put his hat back on his head. “Benny, you were talking about getting a haircut soon weren’t you?” Benny swallowed hard and nodded. “Said it’s getting in his eyes. We need to make sure you can see those punches comin’ atcha Benjamin,” he shadowboxed towards Benny, who playfully batted away his hands.

“Oh, are you a fighter or something?” Victoria asked, moving Mariella to rest on her other hip.

“Oh ah no, not professionally. I’ve always kinda dabbled with it,” he caught Vanessa’s eyes and laughed to himself seeing her smile. “I do it from time to time. Have a big one coming up in a few weeks.”

“Well, I don’t want to impose if you already have something established, but I’m an athletic trainer. Happy to help if you need anything,” Victoria smiled.

“Athletic trainer, huh? You working for one of the pro teams in town?” Santiago chimed in.

“Oh ah, no, well, I used but now I work for a high school. Torrey Hills Prep. You all know it?” Victoria looked around at the group.

“That’s where my son goes! He plays basketball,” Megan perked up. “He’s around here somewhere,” she looked around, spotting Connor and Aria sitting together on a lounger. “Ah, he's busy,” she shook her head as everyone laughed.

“No way, that’s actually one of my sports this year! Our friend Ben is the coach and when he knew Marcus and I were trying to move back down here he put in a good word for me and here we are!” Vanessa replied.

“Well look at that, what a small world,” Megan smiled. “Coach Ben is great, everyone loves him.”

“We do too,” Victoria looked quickly at Vanessa and then back to the group. “He’s like a brother to us.”

Everyone turned when they heard a glass clinking, seeing David donned in a red, white, and blue feather boa and silver sequined cowboy hat. “Ok, looks like everyone’s here. Let’s fire up the grill and have some fun!”

Benny watched as Melissa ushered Vanessa and Victoria over to meet Olivia and her kids who were playing on a slip-and-slide David and Ty set up in the backyard.

“There a reason you haven’t turned on that Miller charm yet?” Frankie narrowed his eyes as he took a sip.

“I dunno man,” Benny rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s probably going to think I’m just some dumb jock or something.”

Frankie chewed the inside of his cheek, observing Benny’s body language, shoulders hunched over and eyes downcast. Sometimes Frankie forgot just how low Benny got during his last relationship and the subsequent aftermath. It pained him to see how little his friend thought of himself, not missing the irony that when given a mirror his friends would say the same about him.

“Well, don’t put too much pressure on yourself, Ben. From my observations, I think she’d be…ah…receptive to you talking to her. Seems like a sweet girl. C’mon, see where it goes…have fun hermano,” Frankie put his arm around Benny’s shoulder and gave him a shake.

“Thanks, Fish,” Benny smiled.

“You doing ok?” Victoria leaned over to Vanessa as they watched the kids playing.

“Yeah…you?”

“Yeah. Everyone seems really nice.” Victoria got closer to his sister, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You should go over and talk to Benny.”

Vanessa looked over her shoulder to see Benny in deep conversation with Frankie. She could feel her sister's eyes on her as she turned back around. “What Vic?” she cocked her head to the side.

“Oh nothing,” she let out a breathy giggle. “It’s just…cute.” Vanessa furrowed her brows, waiting for her sister to continue. “What? Now I know how you felt all of those years ago trying to get me to talk to Marcus,” she teased.

“So, is this like a big day for you guys or one you'd rather just get past?” Ty asked Will as they both observed the spread of food laid out in front of them.

“Ah, one I'd rather get past I guess, don't love all the attention,” Will gave a tight smile.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,”

“Naw it's all good man. It's kinda nice to be here and just hanging out. We appreciate getting just a regular invite and not having everyone look at us like “guests of honor” you know?”

“I hear you, I hear you. And hey, of course, we'd invite you…you're part of the family now,” Ty smiled, patting Will on the back before he walked away.

Vanessa watched with a soft smile as the kids played. Mariella made friends with Olivia’s little girl Diana and the boys were all chasing after Connor. She was so wrapped up in their ruckus that she didn’t hear the incoming footsteps.

“Are you…um…having fun?”

Vanessa heard a deep Southern drawl behind her, turning around to see Benny leaning forward. His eyebrows were scrunched up and his bright blue eyes searched hers like he wanted to say more.

“Oh…ah, yeah…yes. Are you?” Vanessa bit her lip, wincing internally at how awkward she must be acting.

Benny nodded. “Yeah. Beautiful….day, it’s a beautiful day,” he smiled quickly shifting his weight from foot to foot. “You…ah…you going swimming later?”

“N-no,” Vanessa shook her head. “I didn’t bring my suit,” she swallowed hard and turned her attention back to the kids.

“You didn’t wear a swimsuit to a pool party?”

“Still unpacking,” Vanessa shrugged, hoping to get off the subject. The thought of getting herself into a swimsuit was hard enough, she couldn’t even fathom doing it in front of a guy like Benny, who practically looked like a male model in his simple black swim trunks and cut-off Army shirt.

Benny opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he felt something brush against his knees. He looked down and saw Mariella looking up at him with her big brown eyes, arms reaching up to the sky. “I…uh…” Benny’s eyes widened, panicked at what to do.

Vanessa laughed and bent down, “Ven aquí chiquitita,” she cooed. “She’s at a stage where she wants to be held all the time. Mari, you remember Benny? Say hi,” she gave an encouraging smile to her niece.

“Bunny,” Mariella responded matter-of-factly.

“No, mamita, his name is Benny…Ben-ny. Now you try? Ben-ny.”

Mariella shook her head up and down and assumptively said, “Bunny.”

“Well, your name is Bunny now. The queen has spoken,” Vanessa laughed, feeling her cheeks get warm as she saw a big smile come across Benny’s face.

“Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl,” he scrunched his nose up and booped Mariella on the nose. “Besides, I've been called a lot worse.”

Frankie felt that familiar buzz in his pocket that made his heart race. Quickly unlocking his phone he was greeted by a selfie of Jo, looking tired but as beautiful as ever.

Jo: Finally done. I need a shower and a nap.

Frankie: Wish I was there to help

Jo: You can later 😉

Jo: How's the party? You and the guys doing ok?

Frankie: Yeah all good so far. Everyone’s been cool, it’s almost like I forgot what day it is.

Frankie: Plus I’m trying to help Benny talk to a girl

Jo: The pilot being a wingman…nice

Frankie: Trying.

Jo: I don't want to keep you, but I'm glad it's going well. Call me later.

Frankie: I will. Enjoy your shower 😏

Marcus walked up to the cooler to grab a couple of drinks when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned around and saw Will who also was also on the hunt for a refill. The men exchanged pleasantries before drawing their attention to Vanessa and Benny who stood at the perimeter of the play area, observing all of the kids. She had her hand up to her mouth laughing as Benny animatedly told a story.

“Uh oh,” Will chuckled.

Marcus arched an eyebrow, “what’s wrong?”

Will smirked, “Oh no, it’s just…pretty eyes, a nice smile, and laughs at his jokes…that’s the trifecta for my brother.”

Marcus let out a breath and softly laughed. “I have to say…she’s smiled more in the last day than I’ve seen in the last few months,” Marcus tilted his head, observing Vanessa cracking up.

“Well, I haven’t seen Benny this nervous around a girl since we were in high school,” he shook his head, smiling to himself as the memories flooded back. Marcus looked a bit confused so Will continued, “Our cousin dared him to talk to one of the seniors and ask her out….joke was on him though because the girl found Ben’s…goofiness…to be pretty charming. Ended up getting a date out of it.”

Benny glanced over in their direction. Years of reconnaissance made him acutely aware of when he was the one being watched. Realizing they were caught, Marcus and Will coughed and turned to face each other.

“So…ah…you and Vanessa…you all close?”

Marcus glanced over fondly in her direction, “Yeah…she and I have always had this like unspoken connection. She means a lot to me…I love her very much,” he looked back at Will.

“Look, I know this probably doesn’t mean much because he’s my brother and I obviously love the kid….but Benny’s a good guy.”

Marcus nodded, taking what Will said to heart. “So…I think we may both be on the same page here then?” Will nodded, so Marcus continued. “Vandy is probably going to kill me for saying this, but she’s not going to make a move. She's afraid of getting hurt…her ex,” Marcus shook his head, “he really messed her up.”

Will took a deep breath, “same for Ben. The kid hasn't always had the best luck.”

“Well, maybe we can partner up,” Marcus winked conspiratorially. “Seems like they're both interested right?”

“Ohh yeah,” Will chuckled. “Benny's interested alright.”

“Hey Will,” Connor walked up to get a bottle of water from the cooler.

“Hey man, what's up.”

“Santi and I are getting corn hole set up, think you and Benny want to play?”

“Actually,” Will smirked, looking over at Marcus whose mouth was slowly curling into a smile. “Think you could find a partner?”

“I think I know just the person,” Marcus chuckled.

“Alright, c'mon let's go. Connor, you wanna help?”

“Ah, sure…with what?” He looked between both men confused.

“It's for Benny,” Will motioned over to his brother and Vanessa with his eyes.

“Oh.” It was as if a switch suddenly turned on for Connor. “Ohhh. Yeah ok! Tell me what I need to do.”

“Wait, backward? I don't even understand how that would work?” Vanessa giggled.

“I get a strike every time. I'll have to show you,” Benny puffed his chest out a bit, feeling more at ease as he and Vanessa talked and got to know each other.

He learned that the catalyst for her to pack up and move back to Tampa from Charlotte was two-fold: she recently lost her job and her mother wasn’t doing well. That coupled with the fact that Victoria and Marcus offered her a place to stay in exchange for some babysitting solidified the decision to move back “home”.

As they talked, Benny grew more and more infatuated. Her laugh was music to his ears. She listened enthusiastically like she was genuinely interested in what he had to say. She was smart and really funny. And she was beautiful, he couldn’t help but admire that.

“Hey Benny! Hi, you're…Vanessa, right?” Connor appeared next to Benny, flipping his hat around backward.

“Yeah, that's right. Good memory,” Vanessa regarded the boy with an amused look.

“You having fun C?” Benny brought the boy in for a side hug.

“Yeah, it's been a good time. Hey, actually. We're getting a cornhole tournament set up. Will said you're like a five-time Texas state champ or something?’

“Five?” Benny scoffed, feigning offense. “Where you come up with five Will?” Benny called over to his brother who shrugged as he walked up with Marcus. “I’m a five-time Texas Cornhole League champ, but don't forget about my Delta Force Cornhole Tournament wins. But, my most prized trophy is from the Oak Hill Elementary School Family Field Day,” he winked at Vanessa. “My niece…Sarah. She and I kicked ass and took names that year.”

“She finally had it with her and her old man losing every year, so she brought in a ringer,” Will added.

“It was one of my prouder moments as an uncle, I have to admit.”

Vanessa could tell this little girl meant a lot to Benny with the way his eyes softened when he talked about her. She made a point to remember her name and to ask him later which of his cousins was her father. He mentioned a Joel and a Tommy already during their conversation but she didn’t catch which one of them had a daughter.

“Well, I myself may have won a tournament or two at an FBI family picnic over the years,” Marcus chimed in.

“You did? With who?” Vanessa scrunched up her face.

“Before I met you and your lovely sister my dear. They wanted us to mingle with different agencies, so I got paired up with this guy from the DEA. He didn't want to be there and was chain-smoking the whole time. But, he and I made a good team and once we started winning he changed his tune. Even shared some of the whiskey he snuck in.”

“I have literally never heard that story before,” Victoria came up and wrapped an arm around her husband's waist. “All this time I've been married to a cornhole champ and didn't even know it,” she smiled as Marcus leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Vanessa playfully rolled her eyes at them and returned her focus to Benny. “So you still got it then?”

The corner of Benny's mouth turned up, “oh I still got it darlin’.”

“Let’s play then!” Connor clapped his hands.

“With partners, it's more fun that way. Vandy you're with me hermanita,” Marcus wrapped his arm around Vanessa's shoulder.

“Ah, o-ok, um…sure,” she played with her hair, a nervous tick.

“So, Vanessa and Marcus against Benny and Will then?” Victoria asked, purposefully not looking in her sister's direction.

“No darlin’, two Millers is too much,” Will winked, noticing the way Vanessa's cheeks flushed. “Connor, you wanna take my place.”

“Sure! Yeah, is that ok Benny?”

“Hell yeah, we got this bud,” Benny clapped his hand onto the boy’s shoulder.

“We playing for anything or just bragging rights?” Connor asked the group.

“Hmm…what a great question,” Marcus replied a bit too smoothly and Vanessa suddenly realized what was happening. “Let's see. Well, Will was telling me how you boys have been doing some landscaping around the neighborhood. And I know my beautiful wife would love nothing more than to make some…adjustments…to our lawn. What do you say Vandy? We play to get your sister some upgrades?”

“That's a lot to ask of them over a silly little game, Buck,” Vanessa scrunched up her face. “Can't they just like…I dunno buy us a pizza as like a housewarming gift?”

“No, we don't mind. Besides, bet whatever you want, it's not like you're going to win anyway,” Will quickly chimed in. His playful trash talk made Benny cock his head to the side, surprised to see his brother so animated. “So speaking as the team representative, if they win, we want you,” he pointed to Vanessa, “to give Benny a haircut.” Will wrapped his arm around Benny’s neck, as Benny looked down sheepishly.

Vanessa eyes narrowed. “That hardly seems fair. Connor doesn’t get anything?”

“Oh I don't need anything,” the boy threw his hands up.

“Ok, well even so, hours of landscaping versus a 10-minute haircut seems like quite a lopsided bet.” Vanessa countered, missing the coy smiles Marcus and Victoria exchanged.

“Very true. You make a good point,” Will continued with the negotiations. “Well, then…do something for me then and…take my brother out. I could use a night of peace and quiet,” he winked.

Benny scratched the top of his hat. “W-what? N-no, you don't have to do tha-”

“Deal.” Vanessa extended her hand to Will who shook it.

Everyone was in a bit of shock at the exchange, but no one more so than Vanessa herself. She chewed the inside of her cheek and avoided looking in Benny’s direction as she quickly turned around and walked over to the cornhole board.

“Where'd that come from?” Victoria whispered.

“I dunno. Fuck, it was too much right? Ugh that was dumb wasn't it?”

“Are you kidding me? No, that was perfect. Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”

Next to them, Marcus snickered, trying to hold back a smug smile.

Vanessa playfully smacked him on the arm. “You. Ugh I played right into your hand didn't I?”

“You always do. Besides, I'm doing you both a favor. Neither of you were going to make a move so I'm helping…speed up the process.”

“Ok so I love you Nessa and I want you and Benny to go on a date but I would also really love to get that godawful flower bed sorted out and a tree removed. So, please try and win,” Victoria winked.

“Great pep talk babe, you sure do know how to inspire,” Marcus kissed the top of her head and softly smacked her ass as she ran to stop Mariella from running headfirst into a bush.

Will seemed quite pleased with himself as he, Benny, and Connor walked over to their side.

“You fucker,” Benny tilted his head back, shaking his head.

“Come on Bean, it was right there. If the shoe was on the other foot you woulda done the same thing.”

Benny rolled his eyes, annoyed that Will was right, and also touched that his brother was playing wingman.

“Hey uh, Benny, listen I haven’t played cornhole in a while so…”

“All good, bud, I got this. Especially since I know what’s on the line.”

Will didn’t miss the way Benny’s eyes twinkled.

Frankie tucked his phone back into his pocket as Santiago came up, burger in hand.

“These are really good, Ty’s giving you a run for your money when it comes to the grill.”

Frankie snorted, a lopsided grin making his dimple more prominent. “You’re just angling for me to cook something this weekend, I know your type.”

With a raised eyebrow Santiago continued, “You gonna even be here this weekend? By the sounds of it, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d be packing up and hauling your ass to Atlanta for a few months.”

“No…” he shook his head as he thought through his response. “At least not this weekend. She’s got some stuff going on. What?” He scrunched his face as Santiago started laughing to himself.

“Nothing…just…it’s good to see you happy Fish,” he pushed up his sunglasses.

“Well, what about you? What d’you have going on these days?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know I’ve been… consistent.”

“For how long?” Frankie chuckled.

“Ok, it’s been a week…but it’s with an old…friend.” Santiago quickly took a bite.

“How old of a friend we talkin’ about Pope?” Frankie narrowed his eyes.

Santiago purposefully slowed down his chewing, a bit nervous about Frankie’s reaction. When he finally swallowed he took a deep breath and faced his friend. “It’s Amaryllis, ok?”

Frankie’s eyes widened, “Lil?”

“Yeah? Is that surprising?”

“I mean…kinda. When’s the last time you guys hooked up? Before you took off to Colombia. You lookin’ to get more of your shit thrown out on a lawn?” Frankie snorted and dodged a slap from Santiago.

“It’s not like that, things are different now.”

“Ok…whatever you say, Pope.”

“So what’s going on here?” Santiago asked, eager to change the subject. He motioned to the cornhole game in front of them. Benny and Connor kept high-fiving as Vanessa groaned at Marcus who sent another bag flying well past the board.

“I dunno but Benny seems pretty proud of himself though,” Frankie observed.

“It’s really unfair you know? The guy hasn’t played cornhole in years and look at him. Throwing a four-bagger like it’s nothing,” Santiago shook his head as another of Benny’s bags went through the hole untouched.

“You’re still bitter he never wanted to be your partner when we played on the base,” Frankie chuckled.

“Ok, C, you make this one and we win. No pressure,” Benny winked as he handed Connor the last bag.

“We’re ahead by a lot Benny, as long as I just get it on the board we win,” Connor fidgeted with the bag in his hand. He definitely held his own in the game, but Benny could have played on his own he was that good.

“Don’t just get it on the board, bud. You got this. C’mon the board is clear for you, go on for an air mail.”

“Got any tips?”

“Nah, I’m not sharing the secret sauce,” Benny grinned as he patted Connor on the back. “And I don’t wanna put any pressure on you but you’ve got a little audience.”

Connor turned around to see his mom, Katie, and Aria all huddled together watching. With a tight smile and a small wave, he took a deep breath to focus. He held his breath as he released the bag. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as he watched the bag fly across the 20-some-odd feet to the other board.

“Holy shit, you drained that!” Benny whooped, picking Connor up. “Way to go!”

Connor was proud to play a hand in their winning, which clearly made Benny happy. Will came over and gave him a high five.

“Hey,” Benny pulled Connor close for a hug, “I owe you man. Thanks.”

“Aw damn, we lost,” Marcus threw his hands in the air, going through the motions despite being giddy as all hell.

“I feel like you missed some of those on purpose, Mr. I won at the FBI picnics,” Vanessa narrowed her eyes.

Marcus gingerly rotated his arm in a circle, putting on the theatrics as he rubbed his shoulder. “I’m getting older Vandy, didn’t have enough time to stretch.”

“Don’t worry, Papi, I’ll take care of that later,” Victoria rubbed up and down his back with a coy smile.

Vanessa rolled her eyes and snorted as Nico made an exaggerated retching sound at the sight of his parents kissing.

“Well, go claim your prize,” Marcus could barely get the words out before he dodged a playful slap on the arm from both Vanessa and Victoria.

Vanessa took a deep breath and smoothed her shirt as she walked over to the victorious and jovial trio on the other side of the lawn. “Good game,” she put her hand up, getting high fives from them all.

“Hey I’m gonna go get something to drink, Connor wanna come with me?” Will asked.

“Oh ah…yeah…sure, yup, feeling real parched!” Connor’s tight-lipped smile and awkward delivery made the others laugh.

“He’s sweet,” Vanessa’s eyes followed as he walked away.

“Good kid, sensitive. Had some really shitty stuff happen to him. He’s actually become a friend, which is kinda weird to say because he’s like 16 and I’m old enough to be his dad, but…”

“I think that’s really sweet, Benny.” Vanessa’s eyes softened but quickly narrowed as he gave her an offended look. “What?”

“Who is this Benny? I thought my name was Bunny,” he raised his hands.

“Ah, true, true. My sincere apologies,” she responded sarcastically. “However can I repay you?”

“Well, looks like you have a bet to pay up. So, where we going?” He rubbed his hands together.

“Hmm…” she crossed her arms in front of her, tapping an index finger to her lips, which Benny tried with all his might to not focus on for fear that he’d embarrass himself. “Well, you were talking such a big game about being able to bowl backward, I want to see that.”

“I don’t just bowl backward, sweetheart. I get strikes,” he winked.

“Hey, you ok?” Katie had kept a close eye on Will throughout the party. Even though he had mostly been in a relaxed mood, she sensed a bit of tension in his shoulders as the early evening set in.

“Hmm? Y-yeah, I’m good.” His lips formed a tight line and he knew she could see right through it.

“Will,” she put her hand on his forearm, “do you want to get out of here? If this is starting to be a lot we can head out. Hey, I can finally get you to watch The Mandalorian with me,” she offered an encouraging smile.

His tight smile melted into a more genuine one, “You sure Kat? I don’t wanna take you away from the fun. I can just head home and watch a game or something.”

“It’s whatever you want, if you want to be alone I totally get it. But if you want company, I’m there.”

Will looked at her kind eyes and started to feel calmer. “Ok. Think David is going to be offended we’re leaving early?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Nah, he’s got so many people here and is in host mode, we can sneak out,” she winked. “Do you need to tell Benny or anyone that you’re leaving?”

“Uh, yeah I should probably tell Ben so he doesn’t make it weird…” Will chuckled as Katie looked to the ground with a smirk.

“So what did you think?” Katie looked over as the credits rolled after the first episode.

When they started the show, they were on opposite ends of Katie’s couch, sitting straight up. But as the show went on, Katie decided to lay down sideways, curling up underneath a blanket as Will stole glances out of the corner of his eye. When it was done, she sat up, facing him.

“Not bad, Kat. I liked it,” he turned his head towards her, the corner of his mouth curling up.

“See, I told you!” She playfully slapped his arm. “I wouldn’t steer you the wrong way.”

“No, I don’t think you would,” he turned his body towards her, a knee propped up on the couch. His eyes searched hers, stealing a glance down at her mouth which didn’t go unnoticed as her tongue swiped along her bottom lip.

It was hard to tell who moved first, but Will brought his hand up to cup her cheek as their lips delicately pressed together. Their lips stayed locked for a beat, each one waiting for the other’s move. Katie teased his bottom lip with her tongue and Will opened his mouth, recognizing the faint aftertaste of black cherry seltzer on her tongue. But as quickly as they started, they both pulled away with scrunched-up faces.

“Uh…that was…” Katie chuckled, shaking her head.

“It was weird right? Like it was good, obviously, but like … kinda …weird?” Will rubbed the back of his head, realizing that his mouth moved before his brain.

“Yeah, it…look, Will, I really like you. I think you’re an awesome guy and…fuck…,” she winced a little as he started to fidget. “I just…I see you as more of a…”

“A friend?” He clenched his jaw, giving her a tight smile.

She nodded, unable to say the words for fear that she’d hurt his feelings. But when his eyes started to crinkle and his smile relaxed she pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He saw her visibly relax, both of them nervously laughing now that some of the tension was easing. “You’re amazing, Kat. You know that right? But, I don’t know…recently, I’ve started to see you as someone I can…trust. You know? Fuck,” he shook his head. “I don’t really do this,” he motioned between the two of them.

“Talk about your feelings?”

“Yeah. It was a big reason why Jelly left…” he trailed off.

“Jelly?”

“Oh sorry, Angelica, my ex. She uh…well, I just never really knew how to process shit you know? Like Benny had fighting, he’d go and get the shit beat of out ‘em and while it didn’t make the pain go away he still numbed it you know? Pope would go out and pick up whoever he could at the bar, figuring he’d bury his pain in a…” he looked up, “never mind, you know what I mean,” he laughed. “And Fish…he had his own demons…” Will pulled his brows together, his forefinger pushing the cuticle on his thumb back.

“What about you?” Katie leaned forward, resting her elbow on the back of the couch.

“I just…kept it bottled up. She’d try and get me to open up but I just…couldn’t,” he closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head from side to side as if trying to delete a memory from his head. “And then one day there I was in the damn cereal aisle of a Publix, my arm around some guy’s throat. I wasn’t there I…” he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit when Katie rubbed his arm. “I was squeezing so hard, I blacked out…Jelly had to basically climb up my back to get me to stop. She scratched the shit out of me. I’ll never forget the way she was screaming at me, telling me to stop,” he swiped his hand across his lips.

“I’m here, it’s ok,” Katie soothed him, rubbing circles along his forearm with her thumb.

“Anyway, I’ll spare you the details, but that was the beginning of the end. But looking back it had been coming for a while. I couldn’t be what she wanted, I wasn’t the same person anymore. And we were growing apart. She had goals and plans and I just…I wasn’t there. I wasn’t at the same place. And I guess bottling that shit up kind of just came to a head.”

“What happened?”

“She left. Well, not right away. She tried…she tried to get me to go talk to someone, but I just wasn’t ready yet. You’d think nearly killing someone at a fuckin’ grocery store would do that,” he chuckled to himself. “It was a bad time for all of us if I’m honest. Everyone was in a shit spiral. I ended up flying home, just to get away from it all. Felt like a loser staying with my parents for a couple of months, but I just needed distance. Then one night drinking beers on Joel’s patio it all kind of clicked. I didn’t want to be like that anymore…I don’t know, I can’t explain it. But the next day, I made an appointment to talk with someone and now fast-forward a few years and I’m the one giving speeches,” the corner of his mouth curled up.

He told Katie about how he started volunteering and working with other veterans, helping others who were enduring the aftereffects of war and battle. If there was one thing Will was proud of, it was the way he paid it forward, helping others the way others helped him – when he finally let them. It was never anything he touted or wanted attention for. He quietly dedicated his time to volunteering and doing a host of other activities that the rest of the guys probably didn’t even realize he was doing.

“I think that’s amazing, Will, you should be so proud of yourself. I am.” Katie squeezed his arm.

“Sorry for unloading that all on you Kat,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “This day always makes me feel weird, I guess I never really talk about it. I feel I don’t deserve any of the attention this day brings you know? Like people will come up to us and thank us and say all of this stuff and they mean well…it’s just hard to reconcile all of the shit we’ve seen and had to do,” he let out a long sigh. “So all of that plus the fact that I don’t like loud sounds, is why today kind of sucks,” he laughed, his bright blue eyes looking up to find hers. “But today has kinda sucked less…and you’re a big part of that, so thank you.”

Katie was taken aback and her eyes started to tear up. “Oh Will, that’s sweet. You’re a good man. I hope you can see that. I’m happy I was here. I’ll be here anytime, ok?” He nodded. “Can I give you a hug?”

“C’mere,” he smiled, opening his arms as she reached her hands around him, nuzzling into his neck. They stayed in a tight embrace but Katie could feel the tension melting off of him. He pulled back, grabbing her hand, “thank you.”

Next Time on As the Mule Falls: Benny and Vanessa go to the bowling alley. Frankie and Jo try and figure out the next time they’ll see each other. The boys finish Melissa’s backyard. (There will be some time jumps we need to get to Benny’s fight night!).

A/N: Hi! Sorry it took me so long for an update! Aside from life getting a bit crazy, I also decided to focus and finish another series I had been working on. So, for now, this is my only WIP. There’s some really fun stuff ahead and I can’t wait to hear what you think!

Thank you as always for reading, sharing, or sending me a message about this story!

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doodles-bi-tea · 11 months

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how you met the love of your life, benny miller

pairing: benny miller x bartender reader [second person, no y/n]

warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol. that’s really it. flirting?? idk

word count: 2,116

a/n: heyyy I’ve been really inactive (at least in terms of posting) but I’ve opened up requests recently! this isn’t a request but thought I’d write something just for fun and to get back into writing. here’s the post where I talked abt the requests, feel free to send something in!! also sorry I kind of weirdly switched time perspectives closer to the end so uhhh hope you don’t mind it just felt weird trying to fix it so I didn’t. but yeah I’ve been hella obsessed with benny miller from triple frontier so figured I’d write smth for him 🤗 honestly not entirely sure I like this oneshot that much but yeah whatever if you enjoy feel free to lmk <3

The bar was quiet, to say the least. It was a Saturday night, which typically meant that many of your usuals would be there, as well as other strangers looking to unwind after the work week. But, fortunately for you, it was mostly empty, save for most of the aforementioned usuals. This was an empty shift no one else wanted to take, and you didn’t have plans so you just decided to take it on a whim. You wiped off a glass and set it on the counter next to a few others, hearing the bell on the door ring again.

Glancing up, you saw a group of four [hot] men come in, talking and smiling with each other. You watched them as they made their way over to a booth closer to the back. They got settled in as you continued to dry different beer and cocktail glasses behind the counter.

Since it wasn’t busy, you spent most of your time just doing mundane tasks to clean and fix different things around the bar and in the back. Eventually, one of the men came from the booth and up to the bar to grab drinks. He wore a dark red t-shirt and beige pants, with a navy baseball cap atop his head and aviators covering his eyes.

He asked for four beers, which you then handed to him. He nodded in acknowledgment, and was turning to leave with the bottles, but paused.

“Hey, by the way-“ he turned again to face you. “-my friend over there thinks you’re cute.”

You were admittedly a little stunned to hear that, but you let your eyes drift over to the booth where his friends sat. Also to your surprise, two of the other three were looking back at you. The one wearing a blue button up over a white tee and a backwards green baseball cap put his hand up with a grin and winked.

“What’s his name?” You waved back, albeit more hesitant.

“Benny. I would’ve sent him over but didn’t know if you’d like that.” He put the beers down on the counter as he leaned against it.

“Tell him he can come over if he wants, I don’t mind. Oh, but what’s your name?”

“Just call me Frankie.” He stuck his hand out and you shook it. “Let me know if he starts harassing you or something, I’ll beat ‘im up.”

You smiled and chuckled quietly. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thank you.”

He nodded before grabbing the beers and heading back to the booth. You saw him put the bottles down on the table before sitting down and saying something to the rest of the group. It probably had something to do with what you said about Benny, seeing as he stood up suddenly and began [nearly] bounding over, beer in hand, like a golden retriever with a stick in its mouth.

“Hey.” You greeted him as he sat on one of the barstools and leaned against the counter.

“Hey,” He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling upwards like his lips. “I’m Ben, or you can call me Benny.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t his voice when he first spoke. It was deep and smooth, with a hint of a southern drawl, like music to your ears or honey for your tea.

“Yeah, Frankie over there told me.” You nodded over in the direction of the booth he had just come from. “Said you thought I was cute?”

Benny chuckled, letting his head tilt downwards as if to look at his shirt or shoes bashfully. It was a wonderful sound. “Yeah, yeah, I still do.”

You suddenly became aware of the fact that you were feeling warm all over, and a little nervous. You’d have your fair share of people hitting on you, but Benny seemed different for once. He seemed very genuine.

You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe the way his dark dirty blonde hair peeked out from the edges of his backwards baseball cap. Maybe the way his eyelashes were so thick and dark that you could practically see them from a mile away. Maybe the way his voice had your stomach doing somersaults any time he spoke. Anyway, you weren’t sure what it was.

“Well thank you then, hon.” You smiled back at him. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled again, before taking a sip of his beer.

That noise. You would never get enough of it. It was deep, slightly raspy, and had a bit of a stutter to it. Your knees nearly buckled underneath you when he looked back up at you with those pretty blue eyes.

“So,” Benny started, setting his bottle down on the counter and crossing his arms. “Could I get to know you a little better?”

The once-boring evening turns into something much more enjoyable from that point on. You continue serving the customers that are already there and the ones that come in later. Benny sits at the counter, talking to you about each of your likes and dislikes, daily life, stuff like that. He asks you about the bar, you ask him about his fights and training. It’s nice and calm, and he’s very easy to talk to. He makes a joke about every other sentence, but you can tell he’s not trying too hard, it’s just something that comes naturally to him.

You ask him a couple times if he needs to get back to his friends, who are still nursing their beers and talking amongst themselves, but he smiles and waves the notion away.

“I’d much rather talk to you, honey.”

This man was going to be the death of you, with his stupid pretty blue eyes and fluffy hair and soft jaw defined by that barely-there stubble.

The night continues on. You and Benny end up talking until closing, long after his first and only beer is gone, when you realize that it’s only you two and his friends left in the building.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I talked your ear off all night. I should start closing up.” You apologize, wiping the counter with a rag one last time for the night.

Benny smiles at you gently. “You’re fine, don’t worry about it. I had fun, even if all we were doing was talkin’.”

“Me too.”

There’s a bit of silence as you finish cleaning and putting some things away, before you decide to speak again.

“Hey, I hope it isn’t too forward of me, but could I get your number?” You’re not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but it appears and you welcome it.

“Honey,” Benny grins a little wider this time. “You can never be too forward with me. Here, hand me your phone real quick.”

You feel your cheeks warm up again as you hand it to him, waiting as he creates a contact for himself. He hands you the phone back a moment later. “Benny Miller,” the contact reads.

“Thanks, Miller.”

“No problem. Make sure to text me later. I’ll be waitin’ for it.” He winks.

You can only chuckle in response, feeling almost giddy as you notice his friends make their way over to the bar behind Benny.

One of them, not Frankie, though, came up next to Benny. He was slightly shorter than Benny if he were standing, but looked somewhat like him, instead with shorter hair of a similar dark blonde hue, and more grown out facial hair. He shared Benny’s striking blue eyes.

“Hey, we’re heading out now.” He told Benny, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You wanna leave with me or do you need the keys to the truck? I can leave with Frankie and Santi if you need to stay longer.”

Ah, so that’s the name of the other man next to Frankie. All four of them were very attractive, now that you get a nice up-close look at them. You give a little wave to Frankie as he talks with “Santi.” He smiles and waves back, not breaking their discussion.

“Oh, uh…” Benny trailed off, before looking back at you. “Did you need a ride?”

As much as you would have liked that, you had your own car to take home. Damn, the one time you choose not to get an Uber.

“No, I have my own car, it’s fine. And I need to just close up anyways, I’ve cleaned up most of the stuff already.”

“Okay,” He grinned at you before turning back to the other man. “I’ll take the keys, thanks.”

The man nodded and fished them out of his pocket, along with his wallet. He placed a $20 and a $5 bill on the counter and slid it over to you.

“I’m Will,” Like Frankie, he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you take. “Thanks for the beers. Let me know if you need anything.” He says that last part to Benny, before nodding again at you in acknowledgment and then turning to leave with Frankie and Santi—who you didn’t get to talk to, unfortunately.

He seemed fun, though, as he yelled out to Benny as they began opening the door. “See you later, tonto!” [“See you later, silly!”]

You giggle a little as the door swings closed and Benny scoffs under his breath. “They sound like a fun group.”

“Yeah, they can be. A bit of a handful, though.”

“Present company excluded?” You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

“You’ll just have to find that out when we go on a real date, honey.” He flashes you a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so. “Could I walk you out when you’re done here?”

For nearly the tenth time tonight butterflies arise in your stomach at his antics. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Let me go in the back real quick and then we can go.”

He nods and checks his phone as you head behind the doors to the storage rooms and kitchen area, just doing a check-up to make sure everything’s locked and secured. You finish that up quickly and turn off all the lights in the rooms before coming back out behind the bar counter to face Benny.

He looks up from his phone and gives you a sweet smile as he turns it off and slides it back into his back pocket. “Everything good?”

“Yep,” You reach into a cabinet behind you to grab your bag and coat. “Ready to go.”

You finish putting on your coat as you come out from behind the bar to stand next to Benny, who gets up from his seat before pushing in the stool.

“Shall we?” He holds his bent arm out to you as if you two were about to go out on a walk in a fancy flower garden.

You chuckle quietly at the motion, before going to hook your arm with his. “We shall.”

And so the two of you walk out—you locking up before you leave, of course—and he leads you to your car.

“Thanks for walking me out.” You smile at him under the mixture of the glow of the moon and the shine of the streetlights. “You’re real sweet, you know that?”

“It’s no problem. Just been raised that way,” Benny grins back. “Gotta make sure you get home safe.”

You hum in agreement, tracing his features with your eyes for the last time that night. Your ears almost don’t hear what he says because you’re so enthralled with just studying his face. “Real pretty too, Benny.”

His smile drops for a moment, out of shock, you think, before he just looks down again at the ground, cheeks flushed. He almost looks embarrassed, and for a moment you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong. You open your mouth to speak but he says something first.

“I think that’s the best compliment a man like me could get, honey.” He brings his gaze back up to make eye contact with you, his voice smooth and deep. “Thank you. You’re real pretty too.”

Even as you head home alone, driving along the dark and near-empty streets, you can’t stop thinking about him. About how pretty he looked under the moonlight in the latest hours of night, the early hours of the morning, in that barren parking lot. About how easy it was to talk to him and how interested he was in the things you had to say. The dark was unsettling, but his presence made everything a bit brighter.

You would definitely have to find a way to thank Frankie for introducing you later.

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wardenparker · 1 year

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Together for Christmas

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Mature, for language. Though this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol, flirting, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, gender reveal. Pure, tooth rotting fluff. Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Miller-Morales household, and this Christmas contains a whole lot of joy. Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovelies! Please enjoy this little dollop of seasonal fluff from my covid-addled brain. The holiday season isn’t always joyful for everyone (myself included) so Keri and I have aimed to add a touch of brightness to the day with this humble little offering.

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together Together for Christmas

"Massage? Spa package?" Frankie looks up from his phone to look over at Benny. “I know she's been talking about it and everything can't be baby related.” He knows how excited Ben is for the birth of the first Miller-Morales baby, but Christmas is about everyone. "We could even get a thruples package but then that would also be for ourselves."

“Is there such a thing as a maternity massage package?” Benny hums at the thought, running his hand up and down Frankie’s arm as they lounge together on the sofa. Taking advantage of your girls’ day out with your friends to plan out your Christmas present is also an excuse to cuddle. “She’s on her feet all day at work and carrying our baby. I think pampering sounds appropriate.”

"Yeah." Frankie wholeheartedly agrees and his eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details. "Says that you just have to make sure the staff knows that it's a maternity package and they will take care of it." He tells Benny, leg tossed over his lover's thigh and hums. "It can be a theme for the other shit we get her. We can get a lot of those bath fizzy things you and she like. Plus a new robe for her to lounge in when she's complaining about being cold."

“So much for one person getting one gift for one other person.” Benny laughs. He knew when you proposed doing a Secret Santa-style Christmas after the expense of the wedding and honeymoon, that the guys would still team up to make sure that your gift was worthy of their wife. “What about lotion? You know, with the bath bombs? She can have pampering at a spa and pampering at home.”

"I will volunteer to rub it on her." Frankie smirks slightly, his wedding ring winking proudly on his hand in the lights from the Christmas tree that is already up and decorated. "Anytime she wants."

“Baths with me and a rub down from you.” Benny smirks, pressing a kiss to Frankie’s temple. “And we wonder how she ended up pregnant.”

"I never wondered." Frankie smirks back at the man who was his husband in all ways but legally. "See, I paid attention in our sex ed classes." He teases, sending Benny a wink when he pouts at him. "Do I need to give you a refresher lesson?"

“I mean, I’m never going to say no to that.” Nudging his nose to Frankie’s temple, he leaves another kiss at his hairline with a hum. “You can teach me a lesson anytime you want.”

"After we pick out her present." Frankie admonishes, trying to ignore the way that his cock twitches at the enticing tone of Benny's voice. "So a massage? And all the crap to make her feel good? Do we want to do one of those foot bath things?"

“Definitely.” Benny nods in agreement, knowing the two things you always say hurt most are your feet and your back. “And we should take a trip to the Lindt outlet to get her a giant bag of chocolate.”

"Chocolate and foot baths." Frankie nods and he looks at the spa packages that they offer. "How about this one? It seems like it's an all-day thing of pampering. She can do it before the baby comes and we can always give her another after the birth."

“Sounds perfect.” Benny’s arms tighten around Frankie in a squeezing hug of approval as he reads the description of the package on the spa’s website. “She deserves the world.”

That is something that both men could agree on. Their wife is perfect and you deserve everything that they could give you. There had already been a slight disagreement over your work schedule, insisting they could support you and having to give in and let you stand firm on your resolution to work as long as you safely could. "Good. That settles the 'big' present." Frankie decides.

“She’s going to give you shit for going overboard.” It doesn’t mean a thing, though, because Benny has already gone overboard buying Frankie’s gift as well.

Frankie snorts, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his wallet on the side table to input his credit card information. "It's my right to spoil her." He turns and presses his lips to Benny's softly. "Just like I spoil you."

“Love you too, handsome.” Chasing the kiss without shame, Benny catches Frankie right before he sits back again and lets this press of lips linger. “You’re gonna get spoiled too. Just you wait.”

Huffing slightly, Frankie rolls his eyes. He hates when the two of you gang up on him. Feeling like he shouldn't receive that kind of attention and have you spend your money on him. "I told you not to do anything for me." He complains.

“Since when do I listen to you?” The teasing in Benny’s tone is clear, and he peppers Frankie’s face with more kisses.

"Never." Frankie grumbles, even as his lips twist up into a small grin. "That's the problem." It's not really a problem, but Francisco Morales is more comfortable with giving than being given things.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” The younger man’s grin is wicked, knowing that Frankie can’t say no to him to begin with. “It’s Christmas. I get to spoil my husband and my wife.”

There is just a small chuckle that Frankie gives Benny, knowing that the younger man is bursting with pride at having a husband and a wife. At being allowed to love the two of you completely with no reservations. "Wait until next year when we all spoil the baby." He warns him playfully, knowing that Benjamin Miller would want nothing more. If there was anyone who was made to be a father, it was him.

“I can’t wait.” It’s wistful - disbelieving - the sigh in Benny’s voice. He’s wanted to be a father for his entire life, so the last few months have been a dream come true for him. Batting his eyelashes at Frankie playfully, Benny tries for his best pout and juts out his lower lip completely. “Pleeeeease can I have a gender reveal for my Christmas present? I’m not even asking for a party anymore. I just want us to get a surprise somehow.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head at how enthusiastic he is about all of this. "We will have to talk to our wife about that." He murmurs, knowing that it will be a little more exciting than that. He has an idea for Ben's Christmas present that he wants to discuss with you. Something that Benjamin has wanted forever and now he thinks is the perfect time.

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Christmas morning with three adults and only one family to visit in the afternoon should be a relaxed affair, but not with Ben Miller in the house. Excited as a schoolboy, he is up early and tenderly trying his best to wake you and Frankie up without getting either of you annoyed at him. Benny loves Christmas, and nothing in the world could stop him from being excited this year. His first Christmas with his husband and wife.

Frankie let Benny sleep in the middle of the bed last night, your pregnancy demanding you be on the outside due to the middle of the night needs of your bladder. Giving up his spot since it is closest to the door for you and knowing that Benjamin would want access to cuddle you, meant that he had taken to sleeping on the opposite side. "We don't have to get up so early, Miller." Frankie grunts, turning his head away from the light filtering into the room.

“But it’s Christmas!” Benny pouts, peppering Frankie’s shoulder and chest with little kisses before finding his lips in the early morning light.

Frankie had already been up several times, making sure that Ben’s present was ready for this morning, so he hadn’t gotten much sleep. “It’ll be Christmas in an hour too.” Frankie grumbles, kissing his husband back despite his eyes staying closed.

“He’s excited,” you hum indulgently, turning your head to face the boys before the rest of your body because movement is far more difficult than it used to be. “It’s cute, baby. Frankie’s just sleepy.”

“So what you’re saying is that you were excited too?” Benny grins, kissing Frankie again and turning back so he can slide his hand along your bump and cuddle to you. “Merry Christmas, wifey.”

“Merry Christmas, husband,” you giggle a little at how the happy glow of your marriage - though it isn’t legally between all three of you - is the pride of Benny’s life along with the baby. “And yes, I am definitely excited.”

"Hmmmm, see Fish?" Benny looks over his shoulder to shoot Frankie a grin. "This is how you should be at Christmas. We have a wonderful wife; you have an amazingly sexy husband and we have our baby on the way." He sighs happily and looks back at you. "It's the best Christmas ever."

“Frankie baby always needs more sleep than us, you know that.” You tut softly, but reach for Benny to silently ask for a kiss. “That’s not a bad thing.” Besides which, you know why he’s tired this morning - getting up to cheek in Benny’s gift a few times in the night so you didn’t have to.

Frankie grunts, shuffling closer in a rustle of sheets to press against Benny's back and his lips find the other man's shoulder. "I'm old, remember?" He teases, voice still raspy with sleep. "I need more sleep."

“And we love our old man.” Benny grins, reaching back to pull him closer with one arm while offering you a place against his other side at the same time.

"Hmph." Frankie wiggles closer and digs his fingers into Benny's hip slightly before he caresses the skin. "Love you." He hums quietly, his nose pressed against the other man's shoulder blade.

“I say we snuggle for ten more minutes before we get up.” There’s nothing you want more than to laze around in bed with the two most important men in your life, but there is a big reason to go downstairs early. “How does that sound, Francisco?”

He smiles against Ben’s back, always loving the way you say his complete name. His head pops up and he shoots you a small wink that Benny misses. “Should be good.”

“You guys excited to go to Will’s later?” The other Miller brother is hosting the big holiday supper this year and it’s sure to be an amazing meal, as always.

“Hmmm.” Christmas at the elder Miller’s house will be fun, and it will be the last time that it’s held there for a while. Frankie and Benny have strong ideas of the baby having Christmas at home while they are young. “It will be fun watching Benny whine at his brother.”

“Why am I gonna whine?” Benny asks, pouting at Frankie purely for effect.

“Because that’s what little brothers do.” Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss his cheek. “And you enjoy watching your brother fume.”

“He makes it so easy.” Benny chuckles and draws Frankie into a longer kiss. “How could I not?”

Frankie chuckles into the kiss and pulls away to move away to get out of the bed. He will go around to your side to kiss you. “Let’s get up then.”

“Yay!” Benny practically bounds from the bed, ready to be your twin anchor with Frankie because you started having trouble getting up from lying down a couple of weeks ago. “Christmas!”

“Well, it’s not a mystery who’s going to teach the baby to get up super early on Christmas morning,” you giggle, shaking your head at Benny while you gratefully take both of their hands to pull yourself up.

Frankie snorts and when you are on your feet, he pulls you close and leans in over your belly to kiss you. “You know it.” He murmurs and smirks slightly as he brushes his nose against yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Francisco.” Leaning into him is not as easy as it used to be, but it’s worth the effort.

“We should get out there before Benjamin implodes.” Frankie squeezes your hip and shares a small grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift the two of you had decided on.

“Gonna explode all over the both of you if you stand there and make out in front of me,” Benny teases, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you.

Frankie snorts and rolls his eyes at his husband. “Jesus, Ben…on his birthday?” He teases, sending him a wink.

“Wasn’t Jesus born in March? I’m sure I’ve heard that before.” Benny wrinkles his nose, grinning at Frankie and enjoying the tease as he gives it right back. He snags your cardigan off the back of the closet door and holds it out for you to slip into then leads the way downstairs. “Our last Christmas as a family of three,” he sighs wistfully.

“Do you need to pee first?” Frankie asks, his hand on your back as he slowly helps you down the stairs. It worries him the larger you get, not wanting you to fall.

“Always,” you laugh, knowing Frankie will go as far as actually escorting you to the downstairs bathroom to make sure you don’t lose your balance. “And then a cup of that really good orange herbal tea while we open presents?”

“Whatever you want.” Frankie promises, smiling at you. He knows he’s being a little extra, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby. Especially since you are so top heavy now. Miller makes giants apparently.

“Whatever?” Even just a little tease is more than you can resist, and you grin at Frankie as he helps you down the stairs. “So I can have a spiked cup of coffee and some sushi later on?”

“Yes.” Frankie promises, turning you and kissing your nose. “Just as soon as this one is howling angrily at being evicted from your womb.” He teases, caressing your bump. “I’ll bring it on ice so you can have it as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Three and a half more months.” You sigh dramatically, laying one hand over his on your belly. “Nearly there.”

“I’ll bring you two rolls.” He promises, smirking happily. “Go pee before Benny starts opening the presents without us. I’ll make your tea.”

“Thank you, cariño.” You bat your eyelashes at him before turning down the hallway, and Frankie heads into the kitchen to find Benny already sashaying around the room brewing a pot of coffee and getting out the bag of bagels he picked up for this morning.

There’s a giddy air of anticipation and Frankie smirks as he walks by his husband and reaches out to slap his ass affectionately. “She’s gonna get settled and then we can spoil her.” He promises, moving over to your kettle to heat the water.

“I got her a chocolate chip bagel, and it’s gonna have peanut butter and banana slices. Does she want tea?” It’s pretty much all you’ve been drinking lately, so he’s not at all surprised.

“Of course.” Frankie moves over to the cabinet that houses the growing tea collection. “The orange one is a favorite right now.”

“You want your coffee spiked, handsome?” Benny moves around the kitchen easily, grabbing the bottle of Bailey’s to add a shot to his own coffee mug. It is a holiday, after all.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head. “She’s grumpy about no alcohol so I’ll suffer with her.” He knows you won’t mind, but it’s alright with him. He wants to focus on what’s coming up today.

Benny stops for a second, considers the bottle in his hand, and puts it back in its place on the bar with a nod. “Solidarity,” he hums, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s cheek.

“Good boy.” Frankie murmurs, loving how thoughtful Ben is when he ponders on things. “Let’s get our Christmas started.” He’s eager to make sure that nothing spoils the surprise for Benny, having prepared for it as much as he possibly could.

Bagels and drinks are brought into the living room, and Frankie turns on the tv so you can pick a Christmas movie to have playing while the day begins. You turn on Jingle Jangle and pick up your tea, humming at the soothing scent of orange. “Who wants to go first?” You ask, glancing eagerly at the tree.

Frankie wants Benjamin to go last so he immediately pipes up. “You should go first, baby.” He nods towards his husband. “What do you think?”

“Absolutely.” As much as Benny does like to get presents, he likes to give them more. And he retrieves the trio of boxes with your name on them to set in front of you with pride.

“So much for small gifts this year,” you joke, looking at the multiple packages in front of you and the multiple packages for each of them under the tree.

“I think we all knew we were full of shit.” Frankie points out, moving your bagel and tea over to a tray closest to you so it doesn’t get in the way of your presents. “Just wait until the baby comes.”

“All baby gifts, all the time.” There will be gifts of other kinds, too, you’re sure of that. But you know none of you will be able to resist getting things for the baby. The first box in front of you is meticulously tied up in gold ribbon and you know Frankie must have been the one to tie it so well - Benny would have gone all out with the fanciest wrapping paper he could find and the biggest bows known to man. Inside seems to be an entire Lindt shop’s worth of chocolate and you groan deeply in appreciation. “It’s perrrrfect, baby. You spoil me.”

“You never have enough chocolate in the house it seems.” Frankie chuckles, remembering when he had accidentally eaten the last truffle without knowing and you had cried.

“There are much worse pregnancy cravings to have,” you defend with a sheepish grin. Unwrapping a dark chocolate and orange truffle immediately and popping it in your mouth, you groan happily and sigh. “Christmas is done,” you joke. “This is all I need.”

“Told you that we should have dipped orange slices in chocolate.” Frankie huffs at Benny with a grin. “She would have loved it.” Your obsession with oranges has been a vast source of amusement. Even asking for an orange vinaigrette on salads.

The way your eyes light up makes both men laugh, and you grin sheepishly to boot. “We can still do that,” you nod eagerly.

“Done.” Benny declares, knowing that whatever you want while you are pregnant - hell, while you are married to him and Frankie - you get. “We will make them, baby.”

Tearing the wrapping paper on the second box reveals a plethora of home spa items: a foot bath, bath robe, lotions, therapeutic salts, and bath bombs that will probably last you well past the last few months of your pregnancy. “You guuuyyysss…” There are grateful tears in your eyes when you look at your husbands, knowing Frankie didn’t do all of this alone. Fitting, since you didn’t do Benny’s gift all alone either. “Thank you so much.”

“That comes with foot rubs and lotion rubs anytime you want.” They had considered doing a coupon book, but abandoned the idea just with unlimited options being their go-to.

Reaching across the side table is difficult with your belly in the way, but both men lift out of their seats to exchange soft kisses with you, and you pick up the last, small box with a grin. “How is there more? My husbands absolutely spoil me.”

“Because you deserve everything.” Benny murmurs softly, his eyes slightly misty with joy.

“I love you, too.” The small box is the kind that you can buy to put a gift card into, but when you open it up there is a brochure for the day spa in the next town over - with an appointment card that lists no date but has a phone number to call to book and the words “Maternity Package” neatly printed on the bottom. “Guys…?” You look up at both of them, tears forming all over again as you hold up the appointment card in wonder. “This is—you—you booked me a spa day?”

“Oh shit, you hate it.” Benny worries, panicking over the tears, but Frankie jostles him and shakes his head.

“No she doesn’t.” He huffs before he reaches for your hand. “Yeah baby, we want you to go and get pampered, relax and just feel good. You can schedule it whenever you want.”

“This is so sweet of you.” Despite the conversations about wanting you to be off your feet for the last trimester of your pregnancy, both Frankie and Benny have been so supportive of you not wanting to give up working just yet.

"You deserve it." Benny insists. "You are growing our baby. It's a hard job and you're doing amazing." He's always been in awe of women and you just have blown him away with your strength.

“Thank you.” Pulling the robe out of the big box, you swap it out for your cardigan and sigh at its warmth and softness. “I love you guys so much.”

"Knew she would put it on immediately." Frankie grins at you, sending you a small wink. They had relaxed their hold on the thermostat in order to keep you comfortable but it was still colder than what you would probably like.

“It’s so soft.” And oversized. This is definitely the definition of a pregnancy robe. “You go next, Frankie,” you urge, knowing you both want Benny to go last.

There is a slight pout to his lips as he looks between the two of you. "I told you not to get me anything." He huffs, rolling his eyes at his husband and wife's refusal to listen to him.

“Benny pulled your name, baby. There was no chance of that happening.” Sitting back in your favorite armchair with a grin, you pick up your bagel to have breakfast while Benny eagerly slides several large boxes in front of Frankie to open.

“You did too much.” Frankie protests, looking at the size of the boxes and tries to figure out what he did for him. “You’re supposed to be saving your money Benjamin.”

“We’re doing fine, baby. More than fine. And you work so hard.” Benny shifts closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

“You already spoil me.” Frankie turns and leans into the kiss for a moment, stealing another moment of affection. He’s spoiled just from being loved by the two of you so unconditionally.

“Go on,” Benny urges, grinning with that giddy excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning gleaming in his eyes.

Frankie grins at his husband’s enthusiasm and starts to tear into the paper, freezing for a moment before his eyes whip back around to Ben. “You—”

“I know you’re picky.” Benny couches, instantly worried that he’s gotten something wrong. “If it’s not the right model number or something we can exchange them.”

“Benjamin.” Frankie breathes out in awe, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal the box for the new lathe that he had been drooling over. The joy of making the baby’s cradle had turned to frustration when the lathe he had kept breaking and yet he hadn’t been able to justify buying another one. “It’s—it’s great. Perfect.”

“Oh good.” The sigh of relief he breathes is palpable and Benny smiles. “Your workshop is gonna get a dad-level upgrade, baby.”

It takes him a moment but after a few blinks of his eyes, Frankie throws his head back and laughs before he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Ben’s neck so he can drag him close for a kiss.

“There’s more, baby. Keep going.” For as many years as they have been together, the joy in the two men’s relationship has never faded. Benny and Frankie have been at each other’s sides for years and being allowed to witness these moments of happiness between them makes your heart swell.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at his husband even as he looks back at the lathe. “Dad-level upgrade huh?” He asks, extremely grateful to have everything he wants and more this Christmas.

“Next.” The smile on Benny’s face when he puts the second box in front of Frankie is beaming.

"Okay." Frankie is excited, knowing that Benny is, and he quickly tears into the next present. "Ben." He chokes when he sees the toolbox that Frankie had been saving for. A rolling Snap On that makes his current toolbox look like a toy. "You—oh fuck, you messed up now." Frankie laughs. "The Snap On guy is going to get all my money when he rolls up."

“As long as you’re happy.” Benny is giddy with the success of his ideas, knowing that Frankie loves his workshop and the escape that it provides him. “We love you. So much.”

"It's too much." Frankie huffs, even with the wide grin on his face. "I love you too, more than you will ever know."

“Merry Christmas.” Benny opens his arms to the older man, letting Frankie snuggle into his side and holding him tight for a long moment together.

"You are ridiculous and spent too much, but I love you." Frankie kisses his lips one last time and he pulls away from him before he looks over to you. "Are we done with me? It's time for Benjamin?"

“Benny’s turn.” Your eyes flash excitement at Frankie as he hops up to retrieve the first part of the gift despite it technically being from you. There’s no way Frankie would let you bend and lift and shuffle anymore - he’s barely allowed it since the day you found out you were expecting.

It has been a lot of work, making sure that this goes off without a frankly, very nosy Benny, finding out. Frankie had thought about giving Ben two gifts in one, but only if you had wanted to. Luckily, you had thought it was perfect. The box is heavy and Frankie grunts as he picks it up. “Here we go.”

“Are those all for me?” Benny stares, pointing at the stack of boxes still under the tree when Frankie brings the first over to him.

“Yes and no.” Frankie grins when the box settles down in front of Ben without giving away what is inside. “You know how you wanted to do a gender reveal?” He asks him, reminding him of the conversation weeks ago.

“Yeah!” Benny sits up eagerly, looking between you with misty eyes. “You guys, is this a gender reveal?!”

Frankie looks over at you, knowing that you are going to tear up as well. “Yeah, Benjamin, it’s a gender reveal.” He murmurs softly.

Benny vibrates, eagerly ripping into the wrapping paper on the lid of the box and blissfully unaware of the holes on its other side. “Oh—oh my god!” The lid of the box pops off almost without his help, giving way to the sunny face of a happy, eager puppy with a pink paisley print collar and a handwritten tag hanging from it. I’m a girl! Just like the Bean!

You and Benny gasp almost in unison, but your hand flies to your belly as Ben lifts the wiggling puppy into his arms and coos at her. “They’re—” Benny is all but crying as he looks between you and Frankie and you don’t blame him. “They’re both girls?”

“Yeah.” Frankie reaches for your hand and covers your stomach gently. “You’ve been saying you wanted a puppy for Bean to grow up with, so…she will be her first friend.” He had hoped Ben would love the gender reveal and puppy being the same sex as the baby.

“She’s so sweet!” And licking his face all over, which has Benny giggling instantly. the little puppy fits in his arms effortlessly and he thumbs the tag with affection. “A little girl,” he breathes, turning his watery eyes to you.

“A little girl,” you nod, gripping Frankie’s hands tightly as you try to absorb the reality of the moment. You’re going to have a daughter.

Frankie had been proud when you had given him the envelope with the sex of the baby inside. Bawling like a baby himself when he opened it in order to pick out the right puppy from the couple who had been trying to find good homes for the litter. “Miller makes girls, apparently.”

“What kind of puppy is this little nugget?” Benny’s eyes are wide and full of love as he strokes her short fur. He looks like he’s never going to let her go ever again.

“She’s a mix. Golden retriever and bulldog.” Frankie had fallen in love with her sweet face and knew that you and Ben would love her. “They said she’ll be good around kids. Especially once she’s trained.”

“She’s gonna be the best little girl in the whole world.” Benny coos, burying his face in the puppy’s fur. “You need a name, little girl! Did Papí Frankie name you already?”

"No way." Frankie shakes his head, wanting to let Ben name the puppy. "That honor is yours. What do you want to name our sweet girl?"

“We’re gonna need two names.” You lean over to press a kiss to Frankie’s shoulder and beam at Benny. “But the puppy gets a name first.”

“What’s the battle cry from the movie you love?” Benny looks over at you with glee. “Towanda?”

“Towanda is an Amazon warrior alter ego. You might give that cute little pup a complex.” You nearly snort out your sip of tea and shake your head at him. “If you want to name the dog after a character from Fried Green Tomatoes, Idgie might be the way to go.”

Frankie grins as Benny looks at the puppy again, smothering her in kisses. “Idgie, huh?” He murmurs, actually liking the name for a pup. It’s unique.

“Is that your name, lil’ baby?” Benny is completely in love, cradling this wriggling puppy in his arms and letting her sniff and lick all over him. “Is that your name, Idgie?” He croons, giggling when she barks happily. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Lord.” Frankie rolls his eyes and looks over at you with amusement. “He’s going to be sleeping with the puppy tonight.” He predicts, knowing how long he’s wanted a puppy.

“Obviously!” Benny rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Frankie ever doubted him.

Laughing, Frankie shakes his head and nods towards the other wrapped gifts. “Do you want us to open them or are we allowed to touch the puppy too?”

“Nooo, you can hold her.” Like it’s some kind of grand permission, he hands Idgie over to Frankie and dives for the other boxes under the tree, now certain that they contain all manner of puppy things within them.

Scratching behind her ears, Frankie leans over for you to love on the puppy. “What do you think?” He asks you quietly. He had handled getting the pup so you could be surprised too, while you had gotten the supplies.

“She’s absolutely precious.” The pup is loving and excitable, giddy to have so much attention this morning. Your eyes are still watery, though, and you look at Frankie in awe. “We’re…we’re really having a girl?”

“We are, baby.” Frankie nods and pulls out the picture of the ultrasound that had been in the envelope. The little girl parts circled for you to see. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

Idgie seems immediately concerned when tears fall down your cheeks, and she licks them away with determination. “It’s okay, Idg,” you laugh at her response to your overwhelmed joy. “Mama’s just happy.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Hope you know you’re on puppy training duty, Miller.” He teases Ben.

“Frankie’s gonna end up sleeping in the middle of the bed so I can get up when I need to pee, and Benny can get up with Idgie.” You predict, scratching the puppy’s head affectionately.

Benny pouts for a second, looking up from pulling the dog bed out of a box. “Hey.” He huffs. “I—you planned this, didn’t you? So you can sleep next to her.” It’s a joke, although he knows Frankie misses sleeping next to you and has been grateful that Ben needs to touch you in his sleep. A slight sense of propriety or possessiveness has emerged since that first ultrasound.

“Nobody’s taking away your cuddle time, Ben.” You would never. Benny is so proud of your pregnancy and slightly caveman about it, and you not-at-all secretly relish the attention from both of your husbands. “You can just as easily slither out from the middle of the bed. I have faith in you.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at his husband. “Pendejo.” He grumbles under his breath at how ridiculous he can be at times. “Open the rest of the presents.”

Toys, a leash, bowls, a bed, treats, food, and training aids are all inside the last remaining boxes, and the guys laugh at how wild you had gone in getting things for the new puppy while you were at the pet store. Idgie has everything she could possibly need and yet you’re sure you’ll end up back at the store within days to go nuts again. But together this time.

The puppy goes back to Benny and Frankie smirks as he literally lays down on the floor with the sweet girl as she jumps on him. "What do you think? Was it a good gender reveal? A sweet little girl for our little girl?"

“It’s perfect.” Benny giggles when the puppy licks a stripe up his cheek after climbing into his chest. He turns his head to look at both of you with a grin. “And now we can narrow down that name list for the baby.”

"Yes we can." Everyone had been throwing all kinds of names onto the lists. The lists are getting longer and longer as time goes on with every single one that any of you vaguely liked. Hell, Ben had added Wednesday to the list the other day after watching the new Addams family show.

“We can save the ‘boy’ name list for baby number two.” Shifting out of your armchair now that you’re done with your breakfast, you carefully shift to the living room floor and brace your back against your chair to help your back. Little Idgie comes bounding over, happily yapping and waggling her whole bum because her little tail is so tiny.

"She certainly likes you." Frankie hums happily, finding that the puppy is friendly with all of them. It bodes well although he knows that this dog is going to be Benny's until the baby is older.

“She’s such a little love bug.” You laugh when the puppy bounds over to Frankie after giving you sufficient kisses. “Hopefully she’ll love her sister just as much.”

"She will." Frankie predicts. "She is Benjamin in puppy form." He teases, sending a small wink towards the younger man. "She's gonna adore her and protect her, just like her daddy Benny."

Picking out what they wanted to be called as fathers had been a long-winded process, wanting to make sure they had distinct names so they could eventually teach the baby how to call for each of them individually. Deciding on daddy and papí had made both men so happy that they had cried telling you about it.

Benny beams, nodding eagerly. “You know it. No one’s gonna mess with our daughter. Between Idgie and me, she’ll be ruling the playground.”

“Kindergarten Crime Boss.” The joke makes all three of you laugh and Frankie shakes his head as he gives Idgie belly rubs.

“She’s a good girl, yes you are.” Frankie coos to the happy puppy as she yips and tries to chase his hand.

“I think I like the nature names the best.” You tell them out of nowhere, looking up from where your hands had been smoothing over your belly. A large portion of your baby girl name list were names from nature and you’ve been looking at those names secretly on your own for weeks now.

Frankie freezes, looking down at Idgie. “Which ones are speaking to you, sweetheart?” He asks, curious if you have any favorites out of the ones on the list.

“Maybe Autumn? Or Flora…or Daphne?” The way you shrug clearly shows how self-conscious you are about the topic even though it makes you unbelievably happy to think about. Naming your child is a huge decision.

“I like those.” Benny agrees and Frankie nods.

“I was along the lines of Sierra or Luna.” He admits, smiling softly. He reaches over to stroke your stomach. “I’m okay with any name as long as she is healthy and bears our last name.”

“That sounds like a nice top five.” The smile on Frankie’s lips makes it onto yours. “We don’t need to decide today. I just…knowing the baby is a girl, it made me think.”

“We are going to have to get started building her a dream play area.” Benny pipes up. “Not just a princess tower, but girls do cool shit too. Badass spaceship and teach her how to slay her own dragons.”

“A fighter like daddy and a pilot like papí.” The idea of such personal things made with love for the baby makes your heart swell, and you squeeze Frankie’s hand gently in your own. “I love you guys.”

“Baby, you have given us everything we’ve ever wanted.” Frankie assures you. “Every fucking thing. You—you’re completing our family. First with you and now with our little bean.”

“We all know she won’t be an only child.” At least, you have all expressed wanting more than one child, so as long as it isn’t a danger to your health, you’re planning on having one more.

“Of course not, but if she was it – hell, if you didn’t want kids – we would be complete with you.” That had been a conversation at one point because while Benjamin wanted to be a father, he had wanted you more.

“It’s a good thing we all wanted to be parents, then.” Nothing in the world has made you happier than this progression - the pregnancy and the guys’ proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon - all of it leading up to the arrival of your first little Bean. It’s the perfect dream that you never expected to get, and you’re so grateful to have found men who share it.

“Okay, no crying on Christmas.” Frankie declares before he rolls his eyes. “No more crying on Christmas, how about that?” He corrects, knowing tears have already happened. “Today is going to be perfect.”

“Today already is perfect.” Benny declares, burying his face in Idgie’s little pot belly when she trots back over to him and flops on her back at his side. “Isn’t it, good girl? Isn’t today perfect?”

Frankie grins at Benny, reaching over and caressing your stomach before he leans over and presses a kiss to your belly, receiving an enthusiastic kick for his attention. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Seems like the bean is enjoying herself, too.” Just something as simple as having a pronoun for the baby nearly has you blubbering again, but you exhale deeply and manage to keep the happy tears at bay.

“She’s going to enjoy every Christmas.” Frankie vows, watching as Benny fawns over the puppy. He doesn’t miss the happy tears and the way that he has tucked the little note into his pocket. Frankie winds his arm around your back and pulls you towards him. “We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives.” He hums. “And next year, we’ll be holding our other sweet girl and watching the three of them play together.”

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So, I’m reading the Triple Frontier screenplay - it looks like this was a million drafts ago, it’s absolutely nothing like the film…

BUT there are some interesting nuggets of detail, like these ones about Benny…

Some of these details still seem to apply to the finished film, but I wonder if the depression / pills / self doubt / despair thing was a note they gave Garrett for the character? I can kind of see it… 🧐🥺

#triple Frontier #benny miller #ben miller #Benjamin miller #garret hedlund #garrett hedlund characters #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fan fic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fan fiction #triple frontier fanfiction #Charlie hunnam #Charlie hunnam characters #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac characters #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters

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Garrett Hedlund Character Masterlist WIP

In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.

Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way. Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.

Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Fic Madness 2024)

Key: ❤️‍🔥 = Smut(ty)/Explicit 🍬 = Fluff ❤️‍🩹 = Angst

Updated as of March 25, 2024

Special Events

@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)

Masterlists

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] ❤️‍🔥

TriFRambles’ Masterlist by @triframbles

Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl ❤️‍🔥

Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some 🍬, some ❤️‍🔥]

Garrett Hedlund Masterlist by @dameronscopilot 🍬❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]

FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]

phoenixhalliwell Masterlist by @phoenixhalliwell [includes Triple Frontier guys x Gender Neutral!reader]

more TBA

Individual Stories

Triple Frontier

"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] 🍬

Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] 🍬

"I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]

"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] 🍬

"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, “unrequited” feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]

"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] 🍬

"Slow Motion" by @miss-beep-beep [Benny x Viet!OFC - Content Warning - some cursing and kisses] 🍬❤️‍🩹

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Four Brothers

"Hopper saves a boy’s pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)

"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)

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Tron: Legacy

"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] ❤️‍🩹

"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] 🍬

more TBA

Tulsa King

more TBA

More from other movies/shows/projects soon

#benny miller #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #jack mercer #four brothers #garrett hedlund #tron: legacy #sam flynn #tulsa king #mitch keller #four brothers fanfic #Tulsa king fanfic #marchficmadness24

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Sunday Week in Review IV

It has been a really weird week this week. One of those weeks where you don’t feel right but you’re not unwell, but you know you’re not yourself. That’s been me the entire week. As a result, I didn’t read or really do much - but I’m hoping this long weekend will get me out of my funk and back to some sense of normality - whatever that is these days lol 🙃

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Sick Day (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Plans for Gold Rush: I recently had a re-read and got to have a really good conversation with @gnpwdrnwhiskey about Charlotte and Joel this week, and it really made me realize how much I miss them. So, my plan is to go back and have a good edit of what’s posted - (both my writing and editing style have changed and Gold Rush is wordy in places it has no business being). Going to take the next week or so to do that and get back to the story that brought me to this community and even if it’s me and three other people reading it, I don’t mind - because I love these characters and want to see it through ❤️

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading I think I’m up to chapter six on this now, as of this week, complete fanfic! It’s a cute read of Frankie enrolling his daughter into Readers school and two having a magnetic back and forth that they can’t act upon until Frankie’s daughter is no longer in Readers class (boo school rules) and I can’t wait to see what happens when they’re finally able to be together!

The Layover by @goodwithcheese How are we all doing? Have we all recovered from this chapter? Are we prepared for the epilogue that’s coming? This story has been a joy to read and I will honestly be revisiting this one with a permanent place on my fanfics to recommend list! 🙌

Talk Tonight by @darkroastjoel Joel Miller. Delayed flight. One night in Paris. Did I mention Joel Miller and one night in Paris? This was a delight to get stuck into the opening chapter this week and I’m a suck for an OC. I’m really excited to see how the night plays out for Camila and Joel on the backdrop of Paris.

Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck Another series that had its last chapter this week and an epilogue on the way. This has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com and another that will be a re-read in the near future. I had an inkling of how this last chapter would play out, but rather than be predictable it keeps you on your toes to a very toe-curlingly sweet ending that will make you want to hug the screen.

Hungry Hearts | Independence Day by @atinylittlepain This is another that will always be on my permanent fanfic recommendation list. Things are reaching a peak between Cherry and Joel and I can't wait to see how things are going to come to heads between the two in the present day.

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 4 by @rhoorl Just realized I keep thinking this is chapter three and it’s chapter 4 (told you it’s one of those weeks 🤦🏻‍♀️) - anyway, another delight of a chapter from Jess and there’s so much to unpack here with the residents of Mulefall Court - so do yourself a favour and go take a read… or two!

Supply & Demand by @wildemaven Between this fanfic, @rhoorl’s portrayal of Benny and the influx of Garrett Hedlund posts on my feed this week - I think I’m slowly being converted to the Benny side! This is a truly sweet one-shot that I don’t want to get too into here as it deserves a read to find out yourself how it plays out and how endearing Heidi’s Benny really is. Because even if you’re not a fan, you’re going to want to read more of him! Trust me 🥰

20/20 by @ladamedusoif This popped up on my feed this week and it’s always an instant re-read when it does as it has a place on my favourites list! Joel needs to get his eyes tested and the man needs glasses. However, he really doesn’t want them.

Fics I’m Looking Forward to Reading... My TBR List is still a work in progress, will share it when it’s done 💕

These two I was hoping to get stuck into this week, but mental headspace got away with me and wanted to make sure I gave them the attention they deserve because peep the premises for both! 🙌

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif Okay, so it’s a Blacksmith Din AU set some time after the Irish Rebellion of 1798 - the creativity in this synopsis alone is enough to have me mentally carving out some time this weekend to devour the first chapter.

Let’s Call this a Win Win by @jomiddlemarch Joel. OFC. No Outbreak AU. Sarah and Ellie at summer camp. Sign me up! Joel is dropping Sarah off at summer camp where he meets camp nurse Meghan. Did I mention that Joel is going to be working maintenance there too? I cannot wait to give this one the attention it deserves and find out what happens!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

Pedro living his best life at a Beyoncé concert this week and everyone living for the pure joy of it.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Marry Me - I am a sucker for a rom-com, and I’m a sucker for a JLo rom-com. Throw in Owen Wilson with a batshit plot line that is absolutely unbelievable and you can just shut up and take my money (which Apple did because I bought it)

Something from Tiffany’s - this was on paper a ‘meh’ kinda concept, but I’m glad I gave it a chance as I adored every second of it and now have all the feels and ideas for seasonal one-shots and mini-series that are way above my ability to pull off lol

Discussing WIP’s and OC’s - got to indulge with both this week with some awesome mutuals about not only my own, but theirs too! It's always oo much fun hearing other people’s thought processes and bouncing ideas around. Highly recommend it!

This Week’s Song…

What's a rom-com without a good pop song? This was the bop of the week as I made my way through the week.

Hope everyone had a great week! Let me know if you have any good fanfic recs or your own lists to share! 💕 xx

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

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Pairing: Benny Miller x ofc "Lily Morales" (21 year old daughter of Frankie Morales)

Word Count: 9000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Listen, I’ve had this in my head for a long time and I just had to get it out. I know the dbf trope may be overdone, and it’s not a trope I normally read, but I just…they kept talking and I had to get it out. Sometimes the fic writes you. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for reading this over and helping me get unstuck. And to @avengers-fixation and @rayslittlekitten for also beta reading and giving me some excellent feedback to help this take a better shape!

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"What do you want to do for your birthday, mija?"

I shrug, popping another blueberry in my mouth. "I don't know. Wanna order pizza and watch a movie?"

My dad gives me a look, pointing his fork at me. "Is that what you want to do?"

I don't know. What do 21 year olds want to do besides get shit faced on their 21st?

"I don't know, dad."

"I think you should go out with your friends."

"Are you really telling me I should go get shit faced on my birthday?"

He chuckles. "No, but you're turning 21. You don't wanna hang out with your old man."

"I always want to hang out with you."

"I love you too, but you're young. You should hang out with your friends."

"I'm fine here with you, dad."

"Look," he sighs and sets his spoon down, looking at me. "Be safe, call me if you need me to come get you or something, but go out. Be 21."

He won't let up, I can see it in his eyes. "If it means so much to you, I'll go out."

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God, I'm bored. My friends all squealed when I finally caved in and said we could go out drinking for my birthday. They picked me up and brought me to a bar, claiming a booth on the side. They had me place the order for drinks, my first at 21, and then paid, splitting the bill amongst themselves. But while I nursed a drink, they kept slamming them back, getting increasingly more drunk. Eventually, they all got up and hobbled onto the dance floor. Well, not an official dance floor, more like a space they drunkenly cleared out while putting on songs on the ancient jukebox in the corner. Some other patrons joined in and soon there was a small group of men around them, laughing and swaying along while I stayed seated at our table.

"You look bored as fuck, Lil."

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Benny:

This week had been rough. Hell, this whole month had been rough. Another girl that just wanted to use him for a fun time had come and gone, leaving Benny feeling a little more than hollow. They never stay long, always wanting his fun side. If he let down his mask for just a moment, showing them all of him, they run. It hurts but if he's being honest with himself, none of them felt right. Like they were placeholders, just someone to pass the time with. Or distract him from the girl he really likes, the one he can't have.

He takes another swig from his beer, the one he'd been nursing for a while when this large group of about 10 college aged girls comes in the bar, squealing and talking loudly. They make a big deal of securing a booth, practically yelling about how it's someone's birthday. And then, he sees her.

Lily, his Lily being shoved forward from the group of girls, her short, pleated skirt fanning out as they tell her to go order drinks and they'll pay. When did the feelings for her start? His mind goes back to a specific moment, a BBQ at Frankie's, when Lily was nearly 20. She was walking past the pool, fully clothed and slipped in, a little yelp leaving her just before the splash. But before anyone could move, she was pushing to the surface, makeup sliding down her face and she was laughing, her head tilted back as she made her way to the edge and Frankie pulled her out. Her clothes were soaked, hair sticking to her forehead, mascara covering her cheeks along with the purple eye shadow she had been wearing. Most girls would've flipped out, cried and screamed and gotten angry, but not Lily. She made some quip about not seeing the pool there and then she looked at him as he laughed, her eyes lit up not with embarrassment, but something else that Benny couldn't quite place. But now he saw her in a whole new light. Lily. His Lily.

Wait, not his Lily. She can't ever be his Lily because she is Lily Morales, Fish's daughter. He couldn't do that to his friend. 13 years isnt too bad of a gap but Fish's daughter? She's too smart for him, too creative, too good. She wouldn't want his old PTSD ass anyway.

He watches her bring the drinks back and pass them out, her friends pounding them back as Lily takes small, infrequent sips from the glass she's holding, her smile dropping lower and lower as her friends get more and more drunk.

God, she's beautiful. Her dark brown hair frames her face, loose waves cascading past her shoulders, her shirt hugging her tits the right way and Benny shifts in his seat as his mind wanders, eyes roaming over her body. She can't see him anyway, what would it hurt?

But as the night continues on, he sees her friends get up, forming a makeshift dance floor, some other young college guys coming to join them. But not Lily. She doesn't join her friends, opting to stay back and take another slow sip from her drink, her fingers drawing a mindless pattern in the condensation on her cup.

He takes a deep breath, drinking the last swig from his beer as he stands. He won't have her looking so sad on her birthday. He must put a smile on her face. Benny strides over to her, pushing through the crowd.

"You look bored as fuck, Lil."

Her eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing as she looks up at him, a smile appearing on her face. Surely that's not just for him. She can't possibly feel the same way. Can she? No, she's Fish's daughter. Cut it out, Benny.

But he can't stop himself from sliding into the seat next to her, hoping like hell she doesn't spot his half hard boner from her thigh barely touching his jean clad one.

When he looks at her, he knows why other women haven't worked out for him. Because she is the one he wants. And the one he simply cannot have.

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My body springs to life as his voice washes over me, my eyes looking up into his bright blue ones, the ones that I see in my dreams. My cheeks warm and it's not from the half a drink I've had. It's from the fact I've been in love with this man for years.

"Benny!"

He smiles at me, his eyes crinkling slightly at the sides and my stomach lurches. He waves his hands, silently telling me to scooch over. I do and he sits next to me, his thigh nearly pressing into mine. He leans in close, speaking into my ear as the girls have turned the music up way too loud.

"Happy birthday!"

"You remembered?"

He's so close, his face inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. "Of course I remember. You're one of my favorite people."

God I hope he can't hear my heart pounding through my chest.

"But why are you sitting here by yourself? Shouldn't you be out there?" He points his thumb over his shoulder towards my group of friends, who have now mingled with a group of college boys, all grinding on each other.

"Hard pass."

"You mean, grinding up against sweaty young men isn't your thing?" His eyes light up with laughter.

I shake my head. "I like older men." Shit, did I just say that? He looks at me, a curious look in his eyes.

"I doubt they'd be able to keep up with you."

"I think one might."

"Sounds like you have someone in mind."

"Maybe I do." Shut up, Lily!

Before he can reply, a loud whoop sounds from the dancing throng and we both look as one of the drunk men try to impress my friend by doing the worm. Benny leans in to me again, his scent filling up my nose and suddenly I'm feeling warm between my legs.

"I'm hungry. Wanna get out of here and get a burger or something?"

"God, yes. Please save me."

He smiles, sliding out of the booth and extends his arm to me as I get up. I take it, my skin tingling as it brushes against his, feeling his muscles constrict as he guides me through the crowd and out of the bar. I catch my friends eye as I walk past them and nod my head towards Benny, telling her silently I was going with him. She gives me a wink and thumbs up before making a lude gesture that I'm glad Benny misses. I expect him to drop my arm when we're outside, but he doesn't. Instead, he looks down at me, towering over me.

"Did you drive or?"

"What? Oh, no. Ironically, I was not the designated driver. Don't worry, we took Ubers."

He chuckles. "Smart. Alright, my jeep is around the back. I've only had one beer, is that ok?"

"You're asking me?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm fine to drive but whatever you're comfortable with."

"I trust you." Am I seeing things or is he blushing?

He guides me to his jeep, opening the door and helping me inside. He drives us across town to a little diner we've been to before, although it's never been just the two of us. Usually my dad or Benny's brother Will is with us. We sit and order giant burgers and a plate of fries to share, and a couple slices of what Benny calls "birthday pie" that we eat first.

"So why did you agree to go out with those friends if all they did was ditch you?"

I chuckle. "I blame my dad. He made me."

"Fish wanted you to go out drinking?"

"He said I should "go out and be 21". I told him I just wanted a pizza and a movie with him."

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted pizza? We could've gone to get pizza."

"No, this is perfect, really." My hand covers his on the table and I see just how small it is in comparison to Benny's and I swallow hard. "Thank you, really. You saved me."

Benny asks a zillion more questions as we eat, always interested to hear my opinion on things. I've never had a man be this interested in what I had to say, almost as if… there's no way he could feel the same for me, right? I know there's an age gap, but it's only 13 years..

He links his arm with mine again as we make our way back to his Jeep, helping me in before coming around and climbing in himself.

"I'll take you home."

"No!" Oh shit, did I yell that? I don't want this night to end so soon. Not when I have an excuse for it to just be us.

His eyebrows are raised. "No?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. I uh.. I mean no. My dad expects me to be home late or crash at a friend's. If I come home now, he'll think it's weird."

"I don't think he'd mind you coming home early. Then he knows you're not out causing trouble."

"Please Benny?" I hesitate a moment before reaching out to place my hand on his arm, squeezing it a little. "Can we… I don't know.. just go back to your place and hang for a bit?" His skin is warm under my palm and I feel him shift slightly in his seat, eyes fixed on the road before he glances sideways at me.

“You’d really want to hang out with an old man like me?"

“You’re not old.” I sit back, reluctantly pulling my hand from his arm. “Besides, didn’t we establish that I like older men?” What the fuck is wrong with you, Lily?

He shifts in his seat again and clears his throat, fighting back a smile. “Have anything in mind?”

“We could watch a movie?”

“Alright, you talked me into it. But only because it’s your birthday.” He smiles before reaching over and poking me in the side. I flinch back, a giggle erupting from the back of my throat. “Oh, you’re ticklish?”

“I don’t like the look on your face, Benjamin.”

He’s smiling wide. “No look. Just tucking that information away for later.”

We pull up to his place and get out. I follow him up to his front door, my eyes taking in his broad shoulders, beefy arms, and tight ass. He's so tall, much taller than me. I'd love to climb him like a tree…

Heading inside, I kick my shoes off and leave them by the door, hanging my purse on one of the coat rack hooks. I follow him into the living area. He gestures to the couch and I sit, Benny sitting at the opposite end from me.

"Want something to drink?" He asks and it may be my imagination, but he sounds nervous.

"S-sure." Way to sound smooth, Lily.

"Beer ok? I think I have water somewhere."

"Beer will be fine. Thanks."

"You got it. Can't believe I can officially give you this now." He disappears into his kitchen and remerges with 2 bottles of beer, popping open the top and handing it to me. He holds up his bottle to mine and we clink them together.

"Here's to a birthday!" He says and smiles, taking a swig when I do.

"It's certainly been one of those."

We flip through the channels, stopping on some trash reality TV to make fun of them, cracking up at the stupidity of the show. We've had a couple of beers by now and I'm not drunk by any means, but definitely warm and I feel myself loosening up as I become more comfortable around him, passing quips back and forth.

"I don't know why she's picking Jason when clearly Porter is the better choice."

"What?" I say, shocked. "You can't mean that. Have you looked at Porter?"

Benny squints at the tv. "Yes?"

"Need your glasses, old man?"

"Be careful. You don't wanna poke the old man."

I scoff playfully, smirking. "Maybe I do."

In one swift move, Benny sits up, putting his bottle on the coffee table before he turns to me, his eyes full of mischief. He lunges for me but I jumped up, somehow missing his grip and I smirk, turning towards him.

"You'll have to be faster than that, old man." He tries to get up and I run, trying to move around the back of the couch, but somehow he's there, leaning over the back, his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back over the couch as I scream. He pushes me back down onto the couch, his large form hovering over me as his fingers dig into my sides. I squirm under him, unable to do anything but squeal with laughter as I writhe about. But the mood changes suddenly, his fingers slowing as he looks down at me, his blue eyes dragging down my face to my lips. I can feel him pressing into me between my legs and heat rushes there to meet him. He leans closer, our lips almost touching, but then he's pulling back and I can't take it. We were so close, I can't go back to how it was, not knowing that he wants this as much as I do but is stopping himself, denying him and me a chance at happiness.

My fingers grasp at his shirt, tugging to get him to look at me. When he does, his eyes are wide, a combination of lust and conflict behind them. My finger traces his cheek and I decide to go for it, leaning up while lightly pulling him towards me with the tip of my finger. His lips are nearly on mine, his breath fanning out over my face, but he stops.

"We can't, Lil."

I nod. "We can." I feel him grow harder against me and it's all I can do to not moan, the weight of him grounding me to this moment. He still doesn't move.

"I don't want to take advantage."

"You're not. I'm sober."

His lips are so close to mine, his breath filling my own as my lips remain slightly parted waiting for him.

"He'd kill me."

"I'll protect you."

"Lil," he whispers, his breath heating my lips.

"Ben." I touch my lips to his and oh, his are so soft and warm, tasting slightly like the beer he'd had earlier. He doesn't move for a second and maybe I've pushed him too far. His lips move above mine, responding to my gentle touch with a more heated one, a slight moan at the back of his throat as he glides his tongue into my slightly parted lips. A small groan comes from my chest in return and I hum into his kiss, deepening it as Benny presses on with more urgency, my legs wrapping around him, squeezing him slightly.

His hands are on my face, pushing my hair out of it as a large hand engulfs the side of my face and neck, holding my chin in place as he kisses me deeper, pressing into me harder, his hips slightly grinding of their own accord. Then he breaks the kiss, leaning up to reach over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, tossing it on the coffee table. I've seen him shirtless before of course, but this is different. A patch of hair is nestled between his pecks, soft but strong muscles flexing as he holds himself up, a small trail of hair disappearing beneath his pants. Fuck do I want to see where that goes. I scramble to grip the bottom of my shirt, lifting slightly as I twist my body to take it off, Benny's hand coming to help. My shirt joins his, Benny's fingers sliding around my back to take off my bra, tossing that on the table too. His eyes dip to my chest and they look hungry.

"Fuck, look at you, Lil."

Before I can reply, he leans back down, pressing his chest to mine as he kisses me again, his warm skin so soft against mine. He feels so good, comforting, grounding, I can hardly believe I'm here. He kisses a path down my neck, pausing to suck one of my nipples in his mouth. I whimper, my back arching off the couch towards him, my fingers automatically coming up to tangle in his golden hair.

"How do you want it?"

"Wh-what?" Is all I can manage as he starts to lick at my same nipple.

"Do you have any favorite positions? Any you hate?"

"I don't know."

He chucks into my skin. "Should I give you a moment to think?"

I shake my head. "I really don't know. I've never done this before."

Benny drops my boob with a plop, pushing himself up so fast it makes my head spin. "What do you mean you haven't done this before?"

I know I'm blushing under his gaze. "I mean… I haven't.. I just… I've never…" I gesture between us.

"Be clear."

"I'm a virgin, ok?" I'm not that embarrassed, but everyone I know has had sex long before me. I just never felt the desire to. Probably because none of them was the man above me, who is now trying to untangle my legs from behind him.

"I didn't know you were… didn't you have boyfriends?"

"Yeah but I've never done anything past boobs."

"Shit, Lil. I can't do this to you. I-"

"Do this to me?"

"Yeah, take your…" He gestures between my legs, still trying to wiggle his way out from between them.

"I want you, though, Benny."

"I can't. Not when you haven't…you should do it with someone your age. You should've done it with a boyfriend-"

I let out a frustrated huff. "But none of them were you, Ben!"

He stops moving, his eyes studying my face. "What?"

Too late to not say anything now. "I.. ok, I've liked you for a really long time. Like, really liked you. I tried dating people my age but they all suck. None of them were you. I guess I've been waiting, hoping you'd feel the same. But I won't force-"

"You waited for me?"

I nod, suddenly unable to look at him, my cheeks on fire. "I hoped one day I'd have the courage to tell you how I felt. Or something. I knew it was a long shot. I mean, look at me. I'm… me."

His eyes soften, looking down my body and back up to my eyes. "You say that like it's a bad thing. You're fucking gorgeous, Lil. And..I'd be lying if I said I never thought about us. But me? Why would you want anything to do with me?"

I muster up the courage to look him in the eyes. "Because you make me feel seen. Like I matter. That I'm not just some piece of ass."

"I've been through some major shit, Lil."

I reach up, my hand caressing his cheek, fingers scratching at the stubble. "I want that too. I want all of you, Benny. I want you."

His lips press to mine again, urgent, desperate, his large hand pressed on the side of my neck, the other bracing him. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, pulling back enough to make sure I'm looking at him.

"Are you sure, Lil? This isn't a small thing, even if you weren't a virgin."

"I am so unbelievably sure, Benny. Please just, show me. Make me feel good."

He smiles at me, his eyes darkening with a glint. “I’m about to ruin you for other men, sweetheart. But not here."

My brows furrow together. "What?"

He taps my thigh to get me to unlock my legs. I do and he stands, stretching briefly before he extends a hand to me, helping me up off the couch. He tips my head up, hooking my chin with his finger, pressing his lips to mine, his other hand coming up to lightly pinch my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, arching slightly into his palm. Then he stands straight, holding his hand out to me, giving me one last chance to stop things. I lace my fingers with his, my hand feeling small in his large one and he smiles, walking me down the hallway to his bedroom.

Once inside, he pushes some things out of the way, and sits on the edge of the bed. He beckons me over and I stand between his outstretched legs. He pulls one of my boobs in his mouth and I moan, heat and wet pooling between my thighs as he kisses his way down to my skirt line. He pauses, eyes turned up to mine, as his hand gently glides up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it. Once he reaches my panties, he stops, barely brushing a finger over my clothed clit and I jolt, pleasure momentarily shooting out from where he touched me.

"You're so fucking wet," he says with awe.

"Is..is that a good thing?"

He touches me again, grinning when I gasp out loud. "Such a good thing."

He pulls his hand from under my skirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, kissing the skin that appears as my skirt and panties slide down my legs. I kick them off, foot shoving them somewhere behind me as I stand there, completely bare in front of him. I'm nervous, hands automatically coming up to cover me, but he grips my wrists, holding them apart as his eyes slowly move over my body.

"So fucking beautiful, Lil."

He switches places with me and tells me to lay back, scooting up the bed. He kicks off his pants but leaves his boxers on, which do nothing to hide the tent in his pants. My eyes grow wide. Are all men that large? He crawls over my body, slotting himself between my legs, kissing me deeply for several minutes. My legs wrap around him, feeling him hot and heavy against me. But then he's kissing a path down my body, scooting lower and lower until he's level with my pussy, pushing my legs apart further and putting his broad shoulders between them to hold them apart.

"Fuck, you have a pretty little pussy. Can't believe no one has touched you here."

I don't respond, my head swimming with a whirl of emotions, mostly nerves and how bad I want him to touch me, push himself inside of me. I want-

"Oh!" A cry erupts from me, my thighs clamping around the side of Benny's head as his tongue makes contact with me, licking a line up me before he taps at my clit. "Oh, God, Benny!" My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on him and holding him in place as he laps at me, gliding his nose up my seam before I feel him press a finger to my entrance, rubbing small circles there. I can hear how wet I am, my other hand flying out to grip the sheets as he pushes his finger in slowly.

"Fuck you are so tight, Lil."

He slowly moves his finger in and out of me, my body warming quickly before he adds a second finger, this time tapping around inside of me. He hits some spot and I yell, thighs banging against his head again.

"There it is," he smirks, his fingers rubbing and tapping at that spot as his mouth returns to my pussy, licking and sucking. I feel tingles, all over my body, racing towards where he's touching me and then I explode, my head pushing into the bed, thighs tensing as I pulse around him, whining and moaning as I come. Benny guides me through it, making sure I feel every ounce of pleasure I possibly can.

And then he does it two more times.

My entire body is warm and loose, my brain swimming with the pleasure of it all as Benny removes his mouth from me, wiping his face on the back of his hand, grinning ear to ear as he hovers over me, tasting of me as he presses his lips to mine.

"You feelin' good, sweetheart?"

"Mmhmm."

Benny chuckles. "Do you want me to stop?"

My eyes fly open as I find his. "No. Please I need you inside of me."

He nods. "I think you're ready for me. But stop me if it hurts or you want me to stop, ok?"

"Ok."

He scoots back off the bed, standing and pulling his boxers off. He springs up and holy shit is that supposed to go in me? He settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, sliding himself through my soaked folds and I whimper at his touch. He's heavy at my entrance, his eyes on my face as he slowly pushes in.

"Oh!" Is about all I can say. It burns for sure, and is uncomfortable, but not painful. And as he pushes further in, I feel him rub up against that spot he made sensitive with his fingers moments before. My fingers dig into his biceps, his muscles strong beneath my nails as he slowly slides back out.

“Are you ok?” He asks, his eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“I will be once you’re back inside of me.”

“Fuck you’re gonna kill me.”

He pushes back into me, still slowly but a little faster this time. When he can go no further, he waits, holding his hips still to give me a moment. I feel so full of him, my head swimming with his scent while I relax and stretch around him. He must feel the tension leaving me, as he pulls back out and pushes back in, more quickly. After about 5 more of these, he pushes in rather quick and I yelp as he hits a spot at the back of me.

“Fuck! Do that again!”

He smiles, one side of his mouth pulling up as he complies, thrusting into me harder and chuckling when he hears the breathy sounds coming from me. He keeps going, making sure to angle himself to thrust into that spot every time, eventually speeding up more, rutting into me as I come unglued beneath him, writhing and moving my hips to meet his, my vision going hazy at the edges as my body tingles and I come, nails digging into him as I chant his name over and over. Benny grunts and pulls out, spilling himself across my lower stomach, little breathy grunts coming from him as he comes.

He takes a second when he’s done before getting up and grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom. He cleans me up and returns with another cloth, wiping my overstimulated cunt, and chuckling when my legs twitch. He tosses the rag in his hamper and crawls on the bed next to me, pulling the sheet over us. Benny props himself up on his elbow, his finger tracing lines down my chest before using a finger to turn my head to him.

“How are you feeling, Lil?”

I sigh, feeling the corners of my mouth pull into a soft smile. “Honestly? I’ve never felt better.”

He presses his lips lightly to mine. “The best you’ve ever felt, huh?”

I nod, turning on my side to face him. “You were right though. You’ve ruined other men for me. Good thing I only want one man.”

—----

A yell rips me from sleep and I sit up quick, my head rushing slightly as I look around the unfamiliar room, blinking a few times before remembering I was still at Benny’s. In his bed. A whimper echoes in the dark space and I look down, seeing Benny tangled in his sheets, curled up and sweating, eyes jammed shut and his mouth muttering words I can’t catch all of. I may have never seen it on Benny, but I am familiar with the nightmares. My dad has them all the time, one of the many reasons why I’m studying to be a psychiatrist and intend to reform the VA mental health unit.

I gently place my hand on his bare shoulder, his skin warm and sweaty under my palm. “Benny, it’s ok. You’re here. I’m here.”

He whimpers once more before his eyes pop open, wet with unshed tears and he gasps, hand reaching out for something I can’t see. He blinks and turns his head, seeing my hand on his shoulder and he follows it up to my face.

“Lily?”

I smile. “Hey, Ben. Are you with me?”

“I…” he pulls his shoulder from me and sits up, pulling the blankets around his waist. “I’m sorry.” He’s wiping at his face, trying to push the tears away. “Just lock the door on your way out.”

“What?”

“When you leave, just take the key and lock the door. Slide it under the mat.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand? You’re kicking me out?”

“You want to leave, right?”

“No? Why would I?”

“Because I’m fucked up! I told you, Lil. I have so much shit with me. No one wants this.”

“Ben. Look at me.”

He shakes his head. "I can't. Just.. lock the door on your way out."

"Ben-"

"I can't. I can't see that look on your face too, I just can't, Lily."

"Ben, please look at me."

He sighs and turns his head, a hard expression on his face and I see it, all the hurt he’s had to endure from the women before me leaving him once his guard slipped. And I want to fight them all. I take his hand, lacing my fingers through his and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“Benjamin Miller, unless you kick me out, I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes water a little and he shakes his head to stop them. “But, the nightmares-”

“You think this is the first time I’ve seen a nightmare? Do you not remember who my dad is?”

“Fish gets nightmares too?”

I nod. “All the fucking time, Ben. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve talked him down. Why do you think I’m going into psych?”

“You’re…you’re really not wanting to leave?”

“No. I’d really rather stay here with you, make sure you’re ok, wake up next to you. As long as you’ll have me?”

He squeezes my hand and presses his forehead to mine. “I’d love that.”

I lay back and beckon him to me, placing his head on my chest as he cuddles into my side. He sucks one of my boobs in his mouth, claiming it’s his comfort toy. But soon after he’s sound asleep, his face peaceful and he doesn’t wake the rest of the night.

He brings me home the next day and I wave to him from the front steps as I walk through the front door.

“She’s alive!”

“Ha-ha, dad. But I’m doing fine.”

“Was that Benny I saw dropping you off?”

“Oh. Yeah. He was at the bar last night.”

“And he brought you home this morning?”

I nod, kicking off my shoes. “Yeah. I was pretty drunk and my friends still wanted to party. His place was closest to the bar and I asked him to take me there. Didn’t think I could make it home.” I mimed throwing up, which is exactly what I wanted to do. I hate lying to him.

“You could’ve called me. I would’ve picked you up.”

“I know. But Benny was already there. No sense in waking you up.”

“You know I don’t sleep.”

“Which is why you’re always so fun to be around.”

He looks fake hurt, pressing his hand to his chest. “I am a damn delight….but I’ll have to thank Benny for taking such good care of you.”

I hide my smirk before replying. “Please do.”

—----

The next few months pass and we keep us a secret, going on dates in the next towns over, meeting up whenever we can. I feel bad for lying to my dad and not telling him, but it’s not the right time.

Benny is everything I thought he was and more. He makes me laugh, even cracking jokes as he’s pressed between my thighs. He makes me feel safe and I think I make him feel safer too. His nightmares, while still present, seem to happen less often, his body relaxing into mine as he sleeps deeply.

Then there’s the sex. Oh God the sex. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but the way my friends talk about it, it seems like it’s often a chore. They talk about faking orgasms or men that are only concerned about themselves. Not Benny. He says he loves the sounds I make as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of me, pressing his body against and into mine against every surface of his house and his jeep, anywhere we can get away with it.

About 6 months in, it’s our turn to host the monthly BBQ for all the boys. Will usually brings his wife and kids, Santi just himself, and Tom brings his family, so it’s a pretty big to do. I remember at BBQ’s in the past, sometimes Benny would show up with some girl and how jealous I was of her. And this time, I’m still jealous, because they got to be with him in the open. No passing touches or whispers, no hiding glances or anything. But I’m feeling bold, so I put on my favorite sundress, the one Benny had hitched up around my hips as he bent me over his kitchen table the last time we were together. And judging by the look on his face, he too has this same memory when he sees me in the dress.

Everyone is outside, the kids screaming and running around, everyone else chatting, keeping an eye on the kids as my dad starts grilling. I feel Benny’s eyes on me as I set a few bowls of chips on the table, bending over just a little more than normal to expose more of my cleavage to him. I glance up at him and wink, turning and heading back into the house. I hear him come in behind me a couple minutes later, his eyes on me standing in the doorway to the hall. He silently follows me upstairs to my room, closing the door behind us and locking it before taking 2 steps towards me, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. His hands fist in the sides of my dress, pulling it up higher on my hips.

“You think you’re so slick wearing this dress?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

I pull him down on me, parting my thighs to let him settle between them as my back settles into my bed. My fingers twist in his hair, his hand trailing up my bare thigh as I whimper in his ear.

“Wanna fuck in my bed. We haven’t done that yet.”

“Your dad’s outside.”

“So?”

“So what if he hears us?”

“I’ll deal with that then. Please fuck me Benny. I need you to fuck me.”

And so he does, pushing my panties aside and thrusting into me, one hand clamped over my mouth. I try to push him into me more, my hands gripping his ass, digging little marks into it when I come, legs spasming as Benny’s moans come right after, his hips rutting into mine as he fills me up.

“Let me get something to clean you up with.”

“Don’t. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuckin’ hell you’re gonna kill me.”

—----

My chest heaves as Benny rolls off me and lays on his side, trying to catch his own breath. He slides his hand across my body and gently squeezes one of my boobs, his thumb grazing over my nipple.

“You can’t possibly want to go again?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

“What? This is my emotional support tiddy.”

Laughter erupts from me and Benny joins in, his smile making me feel warm all over. This is nice, this is comfortable. Benny makes everything in my life good.

“You hungry? We did miss our dinner reservations.”

I chuckle. “Totally worth missing them.”

Benny props himself up on his elbow, his hand leaving my boob to start sliding down my bare stomach. “Oh I agre-”

GROWL!

My stomach has decided enough is enough and the sound it makes is loud in the quiet room. Benny laughs again, his head flying back with it before he brings his lips to my stomach, speaking to it.

“You hungry, girl? Should we get some food in ya?”

I ruffle his hair and he turns, his cheek resting on my stomach as his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few moments before he chuckles. “Your stomach is so loud.”

“Ok, fine. I’m hungry,” I smile.

He sits up, giving me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. “I’ll go make us something. You can shower if you’d like. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He leaves the room, sliding some pants on before he does. I make my way to his bathroom across the hall and take in my appearance, fixing my hair so it’s not too wild before sliding one of his shirts on. I make my way down the hall and stand in the entrance to the kitchen, watching Benny move about the kitchen, no shirt and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He tosses a kitchen towel over his shoulder as he flips a pancake, one of his specialties, humming to himself as he does. His hair is sticking up at all angles, looking like he’d just rolled around in bed for hours. Which I guess, technically, he did. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his back before resting my cheek against it.

“You want strawberries or chocolate chips in yours, Lil?”

“Do I have to pick?”

He pauses for a moment. “Shit, why did I never think to combine those?” He adds both cut up strawberries and chocolate chips to his mix, pouring out another round of batter on the griddle. “I may have to steal one.”

“I’ll fight you for it.”

He slides the pancake off the spatula and spins, gripping my wrists before I can move. “I’d like to see- are you in my shirt?”

“Mmhmm.”

He drops my wrists and slides his hands around my hips, feeling for something. “Are you..are you not wearing any underwear?”

“How else am I supposed to feel you dripping down my legs?” Benny groans, gripping my jaw and pulling me in for a heated kiss, but the sound of a key jiggling in his front door lock kills the mood. In one quick motion, Benny is shoving me back through the doorway and down the hall, motioning for me to hide. I step into his room and close the door almost all the way just as the front door opens.

“Hey, Ben.”

“Hey..Fish.”

The door closes and I feel the color drain from my face. My dad is here and almost walked in on us fucking in the kitchen.

“Hope it’s ok I used my key? Normally you complain about having to get up and open the door.”

“No, no that’s fine. What, uh, what are you doing here?”

“Lil is at her friend’s studying this weekend so I thought we could watch the fight?”

“The fight?”

There’s a slight pause. “The big fight? Between Samson and Jueng?”

“Oh right. The fight. Yeah, I think the neighbors in 2B are having some kind of party.”

“That explains why the parking lot is slammed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey listen, Frankie, I uh…I’m a little…” There’s a pause where Benny fumbles for words.

“Oh shit, I should’ve called, Ben. I just got bored and I remembered you said you were staying in this weekend. Thought we could hang.”

“No, no. It’s uh, it’s ok. Did..did you want some pancakes?”

“For dinner?”

“I already made some.”

“Sure, sounds good. Bathroom useable?”

“It’s clean, fucker.”

Dad’s chuckle gets closer and I step away from the crack in the bedroom door, like he could see me through it. When I hear the bathroom door close, I yank on some pants and grab my shoes, tiptoe running down the hall and meet Benny at the door.

“I’ll let you know when he leaves.”

I nod. “Sounds good. I still want pancakes.”

“Ok ok but you have to go now,” He’s practically pushing me out of the door, but just before it closes, he reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back and kissing me before letting me go, a smile as the door closes and I hear my dad’s voice coming back down the hall.

That was close.

—----

Several weeks later, I decided to grab some dinner on my way to Benny’s, neither of us feeling much like cooking. I wait at the counter of the diner, studying the pie menu while our burgers cook. It’s hard to pick out pie for Benny because he loves them all. Even Rhubarb. I decide on a slice of apple and a slice of buttermilk pie, placing the order with the waitress.

“No pecan?”

I jump, my head jerking to look at my dad, leaning against the counter, menu in hand and looking at me.

“Pecan?”

“You’re favorite?”

“Oh. Yeah I thought I’d try something new.”

He nods. “So, you weren’t going to tell your old man you were getting shitty food before coming home?”

“You’re here too.”

He laughs. “True.” His eyebrows furrow together as the waitress brings 2 large bags and reads off the order. I try to cut her off but she plows through, smiling at the end.

“Anything else, dear?”

“N-no. I’m good.” She walks off and I can feel my dad’s eyes on me.

“Hungry?”

“What?”

He nods towards the bags. “There’s enough food there for two. Especially with that last burger. Double cheese, double bacon, and extra pickles? That’s exactly what Benny orders so I know it’s entirely too much.”

I laugh nervously. “Uh yeah. That’s..that’s mine. Period.” He looks at me, understanding.

“And the other burger?”

“Uh surprise! I was going to bring food home.”

He smiles and I feel terrible. “We must have been thinking the same thing. Thanks, mija. Need some help?”

“Sure.”

He takes the burger bag and I take the other, walking me over to my car. He waits for me to get in and hands me the bag.

“See you at home!”

When he’s turned away and solidly heading to his truck, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Benny.

Me: No burgers tonight. Dad came in. Had to tell him I was buying for us.

Benny Baby: Oh shit! Did he know?

Me: He recognized your order but nothing past that. I’m sorry! Can I come tomorrow?

Benny Baby: Oh I plan on making you come many times

—----

It was a couple weeks before we could manage to see each other again and we wasted no time in making up for it. Benny pressed himself between my thighs over and over, pulling as many sounds from me as he could before I just couldn’t take anymore, completely over stimulated. Only then did we get dressed and head out to dinner across town, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked into my favorite Italian restaurant, laughing and sharing breadstick puns as we waited for our food. After force feeding ourselves some dessert, we walked back around the building, Benny pushing me against the side of his jeep, slotting his leg between my thighs as he pushes his tongue in my mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt. I can feel him getting harder against me and I wonder how unoccupied this parking lot is or if I even care.

“I thought that was you. You got a secret girlfriend?”

Benny freezes at his brother’s voice, pulling back slowly and looking into my eyes, fear and apologies swirling around in his baby blues. He tries his best to turn around without showing me, but the angle is weird and he can’t quite hide all of me, no matter how I try to angle myself.

“Wait…Lily?” Will says, completely shocked.

I sigh, stepping out from behind Benny. “It’s me.”

He’s not smiling, gripping the takeout bag he has in his hand a little tighter as he looks at Benny. “That’s Fish’s daughter, Ben.”

“I fuckin’ know, Will. Don’t you think I know?”

“You’re making out with Fish’s daughter. His daughter.”

“Yeah. And you’re not gonna tell him.”

“Why the fuck shouldn’t I? You shouldn’t be fucking around - shit, are you fucking around with her?”

I feel Benny’s body tense and I gently lace my fingers through his, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by Will.

“That’s Lily, Ben! You shouldn’t be…I gotta call Fish.”

Before he can move, I step in front of Benny and grip Will’s arm gently. He looks down at me, his grey blue eyes studying me as if he’s trying to see if I’ve been coerced.

“Please don’t, Will. I promise we will tell him. Eventually.”

“Tell him what, exactly?”

I glance back at Benny, giving him a small smile before looking back at Will. “We’re together. I am the secret girlfriend and the reason he hasn’t been around as much.”

Will looks from me to Benny and back. “He put you up to this?”

“Hey fuck you, man!”

I put my hand up, touching Benny’s chest. “No. If anything, I convinced him.”

“You’re Fish’s daughter, Lil.”

“I’m aware.”

“One of our best friend’s daughters.”

“That’s me.”

“I don’t know, I…”

“Will… please? I promise we will tell him. We’ve just…been enjoying each other and seeing where this takes us.”

He cocks his head slightly. “So it’s really not just sex?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He looks between us again, looking like he’s doing some mental math. “Alright but only for you, Lil. Benny knows better. But you have to promise you’re gonna tell him.”

I nod. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Will.” I give him a hug and he returns it with one arm, the other still holding a heavy bag of take out. His eyes never leave Benny’s and I watch as they grow hard.

“I love you, Ben. But if you hurt her, I’m not gonna hold back Fish.”

Benny nods. “That’s fair.”

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I love him. He tried telling me I’d grow out of him, but I didn’t. If anything I fell more in love with him as time went on. Benny let his final walls down, telling me how much he loves me, how I accept him, all of him, and how he thought he’d never find that. I don’t know how we made it 8 months without telling anyone or anyone figuring it out, aside from Will.

It wasn’t until my dad came home early, finding Benny and me making out on the couch that I remembered why we were keeping it a secret. Thank God he didn’t come home 2 minutes later.

“What the fuck is this?” He slams the door behind him, the walls rattling and Benny and I spring apart, Benny jumping up as my dad storms towards him. “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER, BEN!”

Benny has his hands out in a placating manner. “I know, but-”

“My daughter! She is not for you!”

“No, but-”

Anger rises up from my chest. “You have no say over who I get with!”

He looks at me, his dark eyes fuming. “I do when it’s my best friend and my daughter! You’re only 21, Lily!”

“So? I am not some thing you can pass around! My life is my own! I can date and fuck whomever I want!”

His eyes go wide, cheeks flushing with built up anger as he turns his rage towards Benny. “Wait…have you slept with her?”

“Wh-what?”

His voice raises, loud enough I know the neighbors are listening in. “Have you fucked my daughter, Ben?”

The color drains from Benny’s face. “Let’s talk about thi-”

BAM! My dad’s fist collides with Benny’s face, his head flying back. Luckily, Benny knows how to take a punch, thanks to his days as an MMA fighter. He straightens up, dodging the next swing from my dad, his hands still up trying to placate him.

“Dad!” I push past him and stand in front of Benny, turning his face towards me to inspect his lip, which is now bleeding, a dark circle starting to appear under his eye. I round on my dad.

“What the fuck dad?”

“Don’t dad me! You’ve been lying to me for months! Sleeping with Benny? He’s my best friend, Lily!”

“I know, but-”

“You just never stop to think about the consequences. What did you think was gonna happen? He’s 13 years older than you!”

“Yes, but-”

“He’s done some shit, but putting his hands on my daughter is the thing I’m gonna kill him for.”

“Ok, dad. Kitchen. Now. Benny? First aid kit in the bathroom.” I push on my dad’s chest, willing him to move. He glares over my shoulder at Benny as he moves into the kitchen, but doesn’t sit.

“What the fuck, Lily?”

“I know, but let me explain.”

“Benny?”

“I love him, dad.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand on his hip in his typical dad pose. “I know you think you love him mija, but it’s just infatuation. You’re young.”

“Do you remember a few years ago, you asked me why I had boyfriends but none of them seemed to stick? And I told you I didn’t like them or want any of them?”

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What did I say after that?”

“I said maybe you haven’t found the right person and you said no it’s because…” I raise my eyebrows at him until he continues. “...because you were in love with someone else.”

“You told me to go for it and I said I couldn’t because there’s no way he likes me the same way and it would be complicated.”

His shoulders slump, a little bit of the anger seeping from him. “Benny?”

“Benny.”

“How do you know he feels the same way?”

“Didn’t you tell me a few months ago how good he looks? That he said he was seeing someone but wasn’t ready to bring her around everyone yet? But that he hasn’t looked this happy in the entire time you’ve known him?”

“Fuck. It was you?”

“Me. We love each other, dad. We have for years, but didn’t say it until my birthday.”

“Wait. You told me Benny let you stay over because you were drunk. Did he-”

“No. I barely drank. My friends ditched me and he saw me. We went for dinner and then back to his place where..confessions were made.”

“You lied to me?”

“You didn’t ask me if I slept with him, dad.”

“Dammit. I hate when you’re right.”

“Are…are we going to be ok?”

He pulls me to him in a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll always love you, mija. But your boyfriend I may have to warm up to. God that feels weird to say.”

Benny pokes his head around the corner. “Is it safe?”

Dad turns his head to him, hugging me tighter. “I haven’t decided if I want to kill you yet.”

“Well while you’re deciding, can I just say how much I love her? She’s smart and funny, and she makes the world bright again. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“You’re damn right she is. So what if I told you I don’t want you dating her?”

“Dad-”

“Sshh. I’m asking him.”

“With all due respect, Fish. I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and date her anyway. I love you, you’re my best friend, but she’s the one for me and I won’t let anything come between us unless she wants it to.”

He lets me go and stomps up to Benny, who is a few inches taller than him. He glares up at him for a few moments before extending his hand out.

“Ok.”

“Ok?"

“Just do me a favor and don’t kiss in front of me?”

“Deal.”

“Speak for yourself, Ben. I plan on making out with you whenever I can.”

A year later we’re married, both of us eternally grateful for my friends ditching me on my birthday that night.

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theewokingdead · 1 year

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F My...Tonsils? - Benny Miller x wife!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader (1st Person POV; Benergy Universe) Summary: Benny is attractive despite the ridiculous things that come out of his mouth. Word Count: 600+ Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ Warnings: 1st person POV, Language, Allusions to oral Notes: Things were changed, but this was inspired by a legitimate exchange between me and my husband. As always, Benergy is a collection of one-shots so this can be read without having read anything else.

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“Boom!” Benny leaps to his feet as he slams his last Uno card onto the table. “Suck my dick!” He gestures to the area in case I’ve forgotten where his dick resides, despite the fact that the two children sleeping above should make it clear I know.

Typical Benny.

I pretend to be annoyed, rolling my eyes while I gather the pile of cards, seeming to ignore the fact that he’s now strutting around the dining room like a peacock showing off his plumage. Secretly, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on my face as I realize how much I enjoy his playful antics.

“You wish,” I mumble. I shuffle the deck, waiting for him to settle down to see if he wants to continue or call it a night. We've been playing games for hours while eating snacks, chatting, and joking around – our little date night with kids when we don't have a sitter. It's not always easy balancing parenthood and romance, but nights like these make it all worth it. We share many laughs, teasing and taunting each other, just having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

“No, you wish,” Benny retorts, and I raise an eyebrow in response, curious as to where he’s going to take this conversation. He places his hands on the table and leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You wish I was touching your tonsils right now.”

My face twists in shock, unable to believe he just said that. I don’t know if I’m more stunned by his words or the fact he thinks it’s even possible.

Fuck…why is the thought of that so hot? Benny deep in my throat…chocking on his-

I try to compose myself and respond, “You know I don’t have tonsils, right?” But deep down, I can feel my cheeks burning and my heart racing. As much as I try to deny it, there's something about Benny that I can never resist. Maybe it's his sense of humor or his confidence, but I find myself drawn to him more and more each day.

Benny isn’t thrown off by my response. He simply smirks and says, “That’s how deep I’d be. I’d touch the ghost of your tonsils.”

Jesus Christ. I can’t help but pinch the bridge of my nose and, for a moment, reconsider all of my life choices. My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of me thinks he is such an idiot while another part of me is so incredibly turned on by him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Before I can fully process my thoughts, Benny walks to where I’m sitting, tips my chin up, and kisses me, sending a rush of desire through my body. I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. It's like every nerve in my body is on fire, and I can't get enough of him. But as quickly as the kiss started, it ends, and Benny pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you couldn't resist me," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Once more, I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’s right.

“You're insufferable,” I reply, but there's a hint of laughter in my voice. I rise from my chair and push past him, heading toward the stairs that lead to our bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he questions, and I feel his gaze following me.

“Upstairs to perform a séance to see if the ghosts of my tonsils want to get fucked tonight.” I stop and turn to look down at him, seeing that he hasn't moved. "You coming or not?"

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pedroscurls · 22 days

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chance encounters

WIP | ao3

character(s): Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Will "Ironhead" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Benny Miller, fem!Reader

series summary: You've suddenly and tragically lost your best friend and can't handle the grief. Until four strangers give you a glimmer of hope that things will (and can) get better. (ultimately a story about working through grief with the help of our four boys from Triple Frontier)

series warnings: grief, mentions of death, violence (through the act of fighting - come on, it's an MMA story basically), fighting, minimal physical descriptions of reader (i will do my best to keep it as neutral as possible!), cursing and inappropriate language, mentions of PTSD and substance abuse, mma/kickboxing/muay thai jargon (each chapter will have its own separate and detailed warnings!), mutual pining (frankie and fem!reader)

a/n: I know I said I was going to take a hiatus from writing because of what this month means to me personally, but I've found that writing this story has actually helped me deal with my own grief... Also, I'd like to think I have moderate knowledge in the fighting game (started out training as a boxer and now I'm doing muay thai / kickboxing), so if something seems wrong, let me know! Anyway, this story is very special to me. I hope you enjoy it.

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moonchild-cupcake · 2 years

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Ok but why does no one talk about triple frontier much?

Like the cast is literally giving 'Daddy?Sorry. Daddy? Sorry Daddy?' Vibes

Oscar Issac as Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Pedro Pascal as Francisco 'Catfish' Morales

Charlie Hunnam as Will 'Ironhead' Miller

Garrett Hedlund as Ben 'Benny' Miller

Like how could you not love them

About the film some people liked it some didn't

But we need more fanfics( I have quite a few good ones)

But their characters are literally all daddies

*oscar looks tiny

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imaginethatneathuhpartdos · 2 years

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Does anyone have any good fanfic recs for Garrett Hedlund characters? Any at all will do, especially if they're x reader or platonic fics. They can also be on any platform (Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc).

#garrett hedlund #benny miller #sam flynn #murtagh morzansson #jack mercer #billy darley #beau hutton #hook #james hook

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wardenparker · 1 year

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Full Moon Fury

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Sequel to Moonlight Madness Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit, my friends. 18+ (just like the rest of my blog) Word Count: 14k Warnings: **Writers are choosing not to disclose all warnings to avoid spoilers for the ending!** This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol. Fluff/flirting, dirty talk, MM sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (m and f), anal play, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, group sex (MMF), sex toys, slight voyeurism, monster fucking, anal sex, FEELINGS. Summary: On the one-year anniversary of the night Benny found out that Frankie is a werewolf, Frankie thinks that there is something wicked in the air. But you and Benny just think Frankie is being paranoid. Notes: Happy Halloween! For the last day of Spooktober we are indulging in a little monster fucking. Enjoy! 🐺🧡🎃

Three days before the change is when Frankie starts to worry. Of course, worrying is something that he always does. For him, there are still too many risks involved with what he has become not to worry. Especially now that there is more than one person he needs to worry about. His sense of smell is more acute right now, eyes opening through the fog of sleep and the musky smell of sleep and slight tinge of sweat makes him curl closer to the body that is in front of him. Both of you are still asleep, Benny wrapped around you from the other side, making you the burrito that you had wanted, and your leg is kicked out from the covers for it. With a werewolf and a Benny in bed with you, the joke was you didn't need covers. He reaches out and caresses your face, then Benny's shoulder - his head is tucked against the back of your neck - with a soft smile that slips into a frown. Wondering if he should maybe ask you two to stay upstairs tonight for the millionth time in the last two days.

The dip and sway of the bed when one of the guys moves always jostles you out of your dreams a little. You've always been a bit of a light sleeper and with two men beside you in bed the difference between being snuggled up warm and safe, and missing some of that comforting presence beside you, is very pronounced. One eye cracks open in time to see Frankie slip out from under the blanket with his back to you and you pout. "Frankieeee..." Even quietly, you whine his name, reaching out to get him to turn around. It's Saturday and it's going to be a full moon tonight. There's no need to get out of bed so early.

“Hey baby.” Frankie can’t help but smile as he twists around to look at you. Still gorgeous even tousled with sleep and barely awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Snuggle into Ben.”

"Come back to bed, baby." Weekends are for being greedy, at least in your opinion. Both of your boys in bed beside you, cuddles for everyone and plenty of lazing around in each other's arms. As much as you all joke about needing coffee to function, it's obvious that waking up together helps the day start more perfectly than anything else. Even caffeine.

He can’t resist when you turn those eyes on him, swinging his feet back under the covers, he’s greedy and immediately wraps his arms around you. His hands curl against Benny’s stomach and makes him grunt, shifting closer to his touch.

Benny is significantly harder to wake than either you or Frankie, but it's like he knows subconsciously that he's missing out on cuddles because the second you sink into Frankie for that first kiss of the morning, you feel Benny's hand grip your hip lightly. He squeezes slightly before reaching past you and finding Frankie's thigh with his long fingers.

Frankie chuckles against your mouth, feeling slightly less anxious as he kisses you. His free hand covering Benny’s so he is connected to both of you, grounding himself in you.

"Morning," Benny croaks, clearing the sleep from his throat and pressing a blind kiss to your shoulder before peeling his eyes open to see you and Frankie tangled up in each other already. "No fair," he grumbles good-naturedly, suddenly much more awake. "You started without me."

“Accidentally woke her up, Benjamin.” Frankie explains playfully. “If you didn’t sleep like the dead, you could have been in on the hot good morning kiss.”

"Cranky wolf." The younger man teases, knowing full well what day it is. He smiles though, a lopsided, dopey-looking thing full of love, and leans over you to kiss Frankie good morning before tugging you into his arms to give you the same.

"You know it's the full moon when Benny wakes up ready to go," you tease right back, as though Ben Miller isn't always ready to show both you and Frankie how much he loves you.

“I swear he looks forward to the full moon.” Frankie rolls his eyes but there’s a grin on his face as he watches you kiss your lover.

Benny huffs indignantly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before looking between the two of you. He knows you haven't forgotten. You have plans to go out for lunch before Frankie has to worry about turning, and even called in the big monthly order to the butcher yesterday to be picked up on your way home. There are flowers in the bedroom and downstairs in the kitchen, and gifts tucked away that he isn't supposed to know about even though he does. "It's...it's more than that this month," he admits sheepishly.

One year. It’s been one year since Benny had shown up on yours and Frankie’s doorstep, heartbroken over his girlfriend. One year since his discovery of Frankie’s alter ego that makes an appearance once a month. And most importantly, one year since he had crawled into your bed, never crawling out if it again. Frankie softens and reaches for the other man, dragging him across you so that he can give him the kiss that he should have given him before he ever changed that night a year ago. Slowly and passionately licking into his mouth until Benny whimpers and Frankie pulls away with a smile. “Happy were-versary.” He teases, a rare moment of levity before he grows more serious. “Happy one year, Benjamin.”

"Happy anniversary, Benny." You wait until the boys have separated to give him another kiss. A lot has happened since that night a year ago, and all of it for the better. The three of you are solid partners now, sharing everything and keeping each other's confidences as tightly as a vault. "I love you, baby."

He hums, holding both of you close and grinning like a madman. "I love you guys so much."

“We put up with you.” Frankie huffs, smirking at the pout on his lover’s face.

"Cranky wolf." Benny repeats, frowning animatedly because he knows it will only take about thirty seconds for Frankie to break and kiss him if he keeps pouting.

It doesn’t take him long, hating the slightly unhappy look to Benny’s face. He huffs and leans in to kiss him again.

This is how it will be all day, you're sure of it. Benny will take absolutely every opportunity possible to drag affection out of both of you, Frankie will pretend to resist but not be able to, and you'll just grin and give them both every second of your attention without any pretense. It is a privilege to love these men and you never squander an opportunity to show them that.

“We should eat.” Frankie tells both of you reluctantly. “Since we’re awake and I can hear Ben’s stomach starting to gurgle.”

"I'll go." You give them both a squeeze and move to slip out from under the covers. "You guys linger as long as you want. Just make sure you come downstairs by the time you smell coffee and bacon."

Both men pout when you slide out of bed between them, but they move to occupy your space. “How are you feeling?” Frankie asks seriously, wanting to make sure that Benny has zero regrets.

"Like I'm pretty glad you put up with me," Benny grins, wrapping his arm around Frankie's waist. The sunlight bounces off the ring on his hand - the one he's been wearing for six months now, ever since the three of you had your backyard commitment ceremony with only your closest friends and family on hand to celebrate - and his smile spreads even wider. "I love you, Frank. And I love that amazing girl downstairs. The last year has been..." He shrugs in an effort not to get emotional first thing in the morning. "It's been pretty perfect."

“It has been pretty perfect.” Frankie reaches up and brushes Benny’s hair back from where its falling in his eyes. “We love you too.” It’s simple to say it, easier to live it now that Ben is completely comfortable with his sexuality and secure in his relationship.

"Still can't believe it's real sometimes." Ducking his head a little, Benny tucks his much taller frame against Frankie's body and sighs contentedly. "And before you say it again, we're not staying upstairs tonight. I know you're thinking of suggesting it at breakfast."

“How did you know?” Frankie grumbles, slightly put out that he’s so predictable that Ben knows what he was going to suggest before he even voiced his concerns. “I just— I have a bad feeling?”

"You always have a bad feeling." Benny presses a kiss to his lover's chest before looking up again. "Everything's going to be okay, baby. We'll feed you and we'll all fuck until we pass out, and then tomorrow we'll rest. Just like we do every month, and every month we love it."

He sighs, even though he knows it will be better that the two of you are with him while he is the monster. “Are we settling into a boring routine?” He asks, raising a brow in amusement at being bored with a werewolf.

The younger of the two men smirks. "I could always wear an edible G-string for you guys or something if you want to make it sexy," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

Frankie snorts and gives a chuckle. “I think you just want that long tongue on you cock.” He growls playfully.

"Yeah." Ben rolls his eyes heavily at Frankie, both to punctuate his point and to make the man he loves laugh. "Obviously. And I'm also gonna be walking around the house with a plug in my ass all afternoon so I can take that huge were-cock. " He grins, pecking a kiss on Frankie's lips. "I love every part of you. Wolf included."

Frankie winks at Ben and reaches around him, slapping his ass. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fuck me tonight.” He hums, his cock twitching at the idea of making his lover scream later tonight.

"Since when don't you have enough energy for both?" He hasn't fully passed out since that first night together a year ago, but it took a little while for him to build up the stamina to go a more than just one round with the wolf. Now you're the one who gets tired first, but getting to sit back and watch your boys enjoy each other is never a bad thing. "Does that mean you want me to fuck you tonight?"

“Baby, I want you to enjoy tonight.” Above all else, Frankie is going to make sure that you and Ben are happy. “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me now.” He admits.

"Yeah?" Benny smirks, that familiar pride swelling in his chest as he pulls Frankie closer. Being able to make you and Frankie happy is something that he takes extremely seriously and gets so much joy from. "You want to start the day off with my cock in your ass?" His own morning wood had waned a little since waking, but that thought has it coming back with a vengeance.

“You don’t have to.” Frankie can be a little shit when he wants to be and his smirk is very much along those veins. “Since you don’t want me to moan your name.”

"No." The challenge makes Benny nearly growl, and he bowls Frankie over almost immediately. With his knees on either side of his lover's hips, Frankie can feel the obvious weight of Benny's hard on in his boxers. "I want you to scream it."

Frankie bites his lip and shoots Benny a smug look. “Are you sure you can do that? Make me scream?” He loves to see the fire in Ben’s eyes when he gets like this, reaching down and giving his lover’s cock a rough squeeze.

"Francisco..." Benny clicks his tongue, tsking as he shakes his head and pushes his erection more firmly into Frankie's grip. "Don't you remember the camping trip? You had my name echoing off those hills for days."

“Remind me?” He teases, fingers slipping through the small opening so he can stroke the heated skin of his cock. “Old man, remember? Can’t remember shit.”

“It’s gonna be all you can think about for the rest of the day, baby.” Benny shivers noticeably at the touch but doesn’t shy away from it at all. He leans into it, hips pushing forward to seek out a firmer grip and more attention, and he groans happily when he gets exactly what he was looking for. His own hand easily finds Frankie’s hard cock against his belly, a bead of precum already formed on the tip and making his mouth water.

“Sure it’s not how I’m going to make you choke on my cock tonight?” Frankie’s lashes flutter and he gives a low groan. “Or stretch that tight little hole out and fill it up with a hot load of cum?”

“Fuck.” Frankie’s dirty talk is just completely honest, Benny has found over the last year, and he gives that groan back full force as his cock twitches in his lover’s strong hand. “Get the fucking lube, Frankie, I don’t even care if she eats that entire breakfast without us.”

Frankie chuckles wickedly and reaches over to grope at the nightstand, not letting go of Benny’s cock. “You want to fuck my mouth first?” He asks, smirking at him. “Let me taste that precum?”

The moan Benny lets out is a definite yes, as low and rumbling as it is, and he hates the five seconds he has to pull himself away to strip off his boxers before leaning over to kiss Frankie eagerly. There’s something about the fact that he can switch with Ben that Frankie finds gloriously freeing. Not stuck in one particular role, both of them traded dominance equally and were happier for it. Right now, Frankie shuffles lower on the bed and pats his chest for Benny to get on top of him.

It’s something they’ve done countless times by now, but Benny is still always careful to make sure he’s not putting too much pressure on Frankie’s chest when he situates himself there. He leans forward to brace one hand on the headboard and looks down, not taking this beautiful sight for granted even for a second. Frankie Morales is the only man he’s ever been with and the only man he ever wants to be with, and no matter how filthy the sex ever gets, there’s always so much love in it.

Frankie’s mouth waters at the sight of Benny’s long, beautifully cut cock. Wanting to hear those sounds he makes as he tries to keep his composure just makes him lunge forward to lap at the tip, greedy for him.

"Shiiiit." Benny moans from deep in his chest, shivering a little even from just a small taste. Frankie's tongue is talented no matter what form he's in and both you and Benny are wonderfully grateful for it. His hips stutter forward, searching for more and proving that all it takes to fully wake him up is morning sex.

Worries pushed aside for the moment, all Frankie can focus on is making sure Benny feels good. Twirling his tongue around the beautiful head, he sucks on him lightly, rewarded with another salty spurt of precum.

Everything else slides from Benny's mind as Frankie's mouth envelopes him, stealing all of his focus with those tantalizing hums and moans from the other man that make Benny groan even louder in response. The sturdy bed barely creeks beneath them, but once Frankie is on his hands and knees that will change dramatically.

Frankie’s hands hold Ben’s hips, urging him forward. He knows what he can take and wants Benny to press forward. To take what he wants just like the wolf will tonight. Dark eyes fluttering up at the piercing blue of his lover’s eyes, Frankie sends him a wink.

Frankie can be cheeky and even though Benny has always known that in a lowkey way, since the three of you got together he's realized that those little teases do more to drive him crazy than he ever thought. That little wink is enough to make him shuffle forward, inching closer to Frankie and forcing his lover to take his cock just that much deeper down his throat.

Frankie groans around him, eyes fluttering closed, and his jaw opens wider, loving the thick press of him. Blunt fingers dig into Benny’s hip, more for encouragement than to stay the roll forward. Enjoying the way he pulses in his throat.

Shallow thrusts work Benny's length deeper and deeper, both men dissolving into a symphony of primal noises that get louder and louder the longer they go on. Nothing could pull them from their trance now, and neither man notices your footsteps on their stairs or you standing in the doorway with a filthy smirk on your face. There are few things more pleasurable than watching the men you love indulging in each other, and you aren't about to interrupt them for the world.

Frankie can’t help himself. Not when Benny is so beautifully on top, his hands sliding from his hips as the two of them work in unison. One set of fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock and the others sliding between Benny’s cheeks, massaging the puckered flesh and pressing in slightly.

Benny keens, his hips jolting forward instantly as his cock throbs on Frankie's tongue only to pull back again to eagerly search out the pressure from his fingers. The dual sensations have him nearly spitting swears as his head falls back and his eyes shut in bliss.

Frankie squeezes his cock, roughly starting to stroke himself as he continues to work Benny over. Loving how eagerly Benny seeks out his pleasure. He had been hesitant at first, after that first night, needing reassurances that it was alright to want more or need something from Frankie. This is what he loves to see.

"Nuh-uh." From the doorway you tsk just loud enough for both men to hear, grinning when their heads whip in your direction. "When have one rule in this house, Francisco," you remind him, stepping toward the bed in the same fluid motion where you pull your nightgown over your head. "Nobody takes care of themselves unless they want to." Beside the bed you can see that both men's eyes have blown black with lust and it makes you shiver deliciously. Their eyes are wandering over your naked form with unabashed want and it is glorious. "Do you want to stroke your own cock while Benny fucks your throat, or do you want me to ride you, baby?"

Frankie groans and presses his head back, Benny taking his queue and rocking his hips back so he can speak. “Fuck, ride me baby.” Frankie begs, unable to think of anything better that having both of you on top of him.

That plea is music to your ears, and you quickly lean over to kiss your husband before giving the same sweet gesture to your lover and clamoring onto the bed behind Benny. The head of Frankie's cock is purple and leaking precum, and you lap up the tantalizing beads of sticky liquid before straddling his waist.

“Shit.” Frankie hisses before he takes Benny back into his mouth, completely blissed out by the fact that both of you are weighing him down.

"Already got both of us on him and we've barely been up half an hour." The hum in your voice is so pleased as you sink down on Frankie's long cock, and Benny twists in place to swallow your moans in a kiss.

"Half an hour is too long to wait," he contends, letting the fingers of one hand dance over your clit before turning back to watch his own cock disappear down Frankie's throat.

Frankie groans in agreement, sucking around Benny’s cock and reaching around him to grip your hip.

"Fuck, Frankie." Each time you bottom out you roll your hips, grinding figure eights in his lap and reveling in the way he twitches inside you. It won't take any of you long to cum like this, but you're not about to let Benny miss out on any ounce of pleasure that he was getting before you came upstairs, so you reach for the bottle of lube a few inches away on the mattress and slick two of your fingers in the cool substance to press between his cheeks. Your fingers are smaller than Frankie's, but that doesn't mean you can't give Benny an extra jolt as you start to slowly work him open.

“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck.” Benny’s head drops down to his chest and Frankie lunges forward to take him deeper. Trapping him between the two of you and loving the way that he moans.

“Our boy loves being wrecked.” You can’t help but coo, greedily pulling more moans out of Benny at the same time your tight, wet cunt makes Frankie growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Working together to make your lover cum is one of your favourite things in the world. “Gotta work you open and get a plug in that ass early today, don’t we, Benny? Gotta get you ready for tonight.”

Benny moans, nodding as he pushes back against your fingers. “Gotta— gotta get ready for that fucking fat cock.” He moans, looking down at Frankie and reaching down to caress his face.

“Yeah you do.” Once you have two fingers buried in Benny’s tight hole down to the knuckle, you work in the long, deep strokes you know he likes to pull him apart along with Frankie’s mouth. “You’re gonna let the wolf fuck you as hard as he wants, aren’t you, Ben?”

The whine he lets out is low and needy, submissive because he knows he will. He will do anything the wolf wants him to.

“I know you will, baby. I will too. Anything for our wolf.” Your practiced fingers know just the angle to press on his prostate and Benny bucks against you fiercely. “You gotta cum for us now, though, baby. Can you do that, Benny? Can you pour all that delicious cum down Frankie’s throat?”

He keens, rucking his hips forward so he can bury his cock in Frankie’s throat. He chokes for a fraction of a second before he catches himself by swallowing, wanting him to cum. Your cunt clenches around his dick and his hips buck up to drive deeper into you.

Benny is the first to fall over the edge. The stimulation takes him over entirely and he tenses through his whole body, spurting hot jets of sticky salty cum down Frankie's throat at the same time he draws your fingers tight against that pleasure spot deep inside him. You have to slow your needy bounce on Frankie's cock because of it, desperately gripping Benny's sweaty skin and drawing figures in your husband's lap while Benny rides out his orgasm.

Moaning, Frankie gulps down the spurts of cum as best he can, eyes on Benny as his lover’s face twists with pleasure and his hand grips the headboard for support. Some dribbles of his cum escapes from the corners of his mouth, making him smirk at how much he is cumming.

When he can breathe again, Benny carefully draws back from Frankie and lifts off of your fingers, moving to the side of the bed where he can see and kiss you both.

You’re greedy when Benny moves away from Frankie, lunging forward to lick at the remnants of his cum and slide your tongue into his mouth to taste him off Frankie’s tongue. Not that he minds at all. He wraps his arm around your back and kisses you back eagerly, reaching for Benny to drag him close.

With one hand anchoring you to him, Frankie takes control of the pace. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you, not harshly but with strength and purpose, determined to give you that perfect feeling of fullness at a pace that will leave you breathless.

He groans, loving how you move with him, your hips rolling down to meet his thrusts. He turns and looks at Benny. "Love, suck on her nipples." He orders the younger Miller brother. "Drive her crazy while I fill her up."

Benny doesn’t hesitate, already in a mind to take orders from Frankie early in the day. He cups both of your tits in his large hands and lowers his mouth to them greedily, flicking his tongue over both buds before latching on to one and nipping at the sensitive flesh with so much fervor anyone else would think he was starved for physical affection.

He loves watching Ben with you, how eager and happy that he gets to touch you. The reverence in his touch and the way that he gets to be involved with the two people he loves, no having to choose. “Feel good baby?” He coos to you. “Benny’s mouth is so good, isn’t it?”

“So fucking good.” You can barely keep your eyes open, the twisting and tightening in your core heralding an intense orgasm that you barely have time to warn them both in time for.

Frankie hisses, feeling how you grip him like a vice while you try to bounce on his cock. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He can’t vocalize beyond growls when he’s the wolf, so he makes sure he heaps praise on you and Benny while he can. “Oh fuck, soak me baby.”

Honestly, you’d do anything he asks as long as he uses that voice of absolute authority laced with unyielding adoration, but right now you can’t do anything but cum anyway. It’s like a flood, coating his cock and pushing out of your tight hole with every grind of his hips – only intensifying when he cries out a moment later and follows you into bliss.

He loves the way you collapse on top of him, chuckling slightly when Benny immediately curls up with you and kisses you tenderly. “Thought – thought you were gonna fuck me?” Frankie huffs teasingly.

“I was,” Benny pouts, nuzzling into you like you’ll defend him. “But then our girl needed fucking, too.”

“Very true.” His hand slides down your back lovingly and he pats your ass. “So there’s no convincing the two of you to stay upstairs tonight?” He asks quietly after a few moments of blissfully panted silence.

“Frankie,” you shake your head and stretch to kiss him softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ve been doing this for years, love. It’s always okay.” Whatever has made him worry this time, he’s nearly verging on paranoid this month.

He can’t articulate why this month is so worrisome, but it is. And because he can’t exactly pinpoint a cause, neither you or Benny would believe him. Huffing, he looks back and forth between the two of you. “Use the chains tonight.” He begs softly. “At least that.”

“If there’s an issue, we’ll use them.” That much you can promise him. “But baby, we haven’t needed them in ages. Everything’s going to be fine just like always.”

He closes his eyes, grounding himself in the touch of the two of you. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, baby.” Benny hums, pressing kisses to Frankie’s shoulder and then his cheek and lips. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

That’s not what he’s worried about, but he doesn’t argue. There’s something about tonight’s moon that has him restless, uneasy. Instead of voicing it again, he smiles at you and Benny. “Why don’t we have breakfast and get the day started?” He asks softly. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“There’s ham heating in the oven and I put the waffle mix in the fridge.” You shrug a little when Benny smirks. “When you didn’t come down right away I figured you might be up here a while…and then I got curious.”

“You are always curious.” Frankie can’t help but smirk, sending Benny a wink. “She’s kind of a voyeur, isn’t she?”

“Little bit.” Benny agrees, playfully biting your shoulder before he starts picking up discarded pieces of clothing and distributing them to their owners. “I think we’re just too sexy for her to resist.”

Chuckling, he watches you pout slightly as you lift yourself off his cock. “Bet she wants to be sandwiched between us tonight.”

“That should not surprise either of you.” Quite frankly, it’s your favourite place to be. Caught between them and held fast, only able to hold on tight while they give just as much pleasure as they take. It’s heaven. Your own personal bliss.

Benny smirks at winks at you. “You want to be stuffed full tonight?” He teases. “Werewolf and human cock inside you?”

“Fuck yes.” Full moon days really are just all sex and eating - gluttony and lust in the very best possible ways as you and Benny make sure Frankie always feels safe and loved no matter what form he’s in. “I’m thoroughly looking forward to being sore tomorrow.”

“Then I will have to make sure the two of you don’t lift a finger.” Frankie hums, sitting up and watching the two of you get dressed.

“You never let us.” Rolling your eyes at Frankie as though it were some kind of dramatic point of contention, you just end up grinning. “Remember the second moon after Benny moved in and he tried to go get the newspaper? You wouldn’t even let him off the couch.”

“He had taken a hell of a fucking the night before.” Frankie huffs, rolling his eyes. “The wolf took him twice.”

“Oh yeah.” Benny chuckles, bordering on a naughty giggle. “Fuck, that was a good night.”

There’s of course a sense of pride that makes Frankie puff up slightly. Giving him the edge to crawl out of the bed and get dressed. “Every moon is good with you two.” He murmurs as he starts to pull on his boxers.

“Exactly.” Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you offer the most reassuring smile to Frankie you can summon, willing him to relax with all your might. “That’s why I’m not worried.”

He bites he lip but he doesn’t argue, his stomach jittery and he doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to either of you. The last year has been the best of his entire life and he doesn’t want to ruin it with the gloomy shadow of his self-doubt. “You’re right.” He huffs, shaking his head. “Let’s go eat.”

******

It really is a nice day. They celebrate Benny’s anniversary with a leisurely late lunch and stop at the butcher’s on the way home to pick up supplies for the night. At this point the local specialty butcher just thinks the Morales-Miller household is extremely into grilling and smoking, and he passes along a dry rub recipe this month that you pretend to be extremely excited about. The wolf doesn’t go for seasonings or any kind of cooking whatsoever, but this very kind and very normal man never needs to know that.

Frankie wrinkles his nose when the three of you get into the truck. “It’s spicy.” He huffs, smirking slightly. “It might be good for some other time.”

“The last thing we need is all the pepper in that making the wolf get snot all over us,” Benny jokes, tucking the little canister of spices into the pocket of his jacket for safety.

Frankie barks out a laugh and shakes his head while he turns the engine over. “No we can’t have that. But you like it when the wolf licks you.”

“Yeah, obviously.” Benny laughs along with him. “But having a two-foot-long tongue lick my dick and getting wolf snot on me are two very different things.”

“You have a point.” Frankie’s hand reaches back into the backseat and he squeezes your knee. Even though it’s a quad cab, you insist that Benny would be scrunched in the backseat.

Giving Frankie’s hand a gentle squeeze before he takes it back to put the truck in gear and head home, you lean forward in your seat and rub Benny’s shoulders a little. “Everything’s all set for tonight, now. We’re just waiting on sunset.”

“Sorry.” Frankie grimaces. “Having to plan every full moon around my furry problem. Instead of going out and just having fun.”

“Hey, you guys drop everything once a month to take care of me when the bloody flood takes over,” you remind him, also reaching over to rub Frankie’s shoulder. “I don’t really see how this is different. We even both crave red meat.”

Benny snickers and nods. “I think he craves a little more than just one steak though babe.” He teases, reaching over hold onto Frankie’s thigh.

“Well yeah.” You shrug and sit back again. “But my point stands.”

“Yeah. I know.” Frankie appreciates the support, it’s one of the reasons why he’s so insistent on taking care of you after the full moon. God only knows what would happen if he didn’t have you and now Benny there to distract him. “It’s a good damn thing you didn’t shoot me the first time you saw me, Ben.” He chuckles, recalling the other man’s shock.

“I think my reaction was fairly calm, all things considered.” He squeezes Frankie’s thigh in apology all the same, trying to make it seem much more lighthearted than the whole thing had been. “How could I have known it was you? All I knew was that the woman I love was in danger.”

“I love that you would protect her.” Frankie can’t help but pick up Benny’s hand and kiss it.

“I’d do anything for you guys,” Benny murmurs, kissing Frankie’s hand gently, the same way Frankie had his. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” Frankie assures him, smiling softly. “So goddamn lucky that you love us, Ben.”

The next few hours are relatively calm. Getting things ready for Frankie’s transformation is like a dance between the three of you now, and with Benny’s help you’re sitting in the basement in a cuddle pile well before the first strains of muscle pain and bone growth ever hit Frankie’s body.

Frankie holds you in an iron grip, the urge to rush outside, away from you, nearly overwhelming. He can’t though. He doesn’t want to hurt someone and it could happen out there. Here was safer, you both know how to manage him. “I love you.” He whispers desperately.

“I love you too, baby.” You give him a kiss before you have to let him go, letting him linger there as long as he needs to for comfort before the wolf begins to take over. Frankie has one hand on you and one hand on Benny - the same words and gestures for both of you as he takes this second to ground himself in being safe and unconditionally loved. It’s always like this, every month is the same, but you can tell he hasn’t let go of his anxiety when he keeps dragging you and Benny back for more short kisses, filling the time that he is still completely himself with nothing but affection.

Frankie hisses, the familiar burn of pain searing through his gut. His hands pull away from you as if burned, not wanting to claw at either of you while he’s changing. “Get— get back.”

“We’re okay, baby.” Benny soothes, just as much for you as for Frankie. His arms circle you protectively and he holds you to his chest. Not because Frankie has ever lashed out but because it makes him feel safer to know you’re protected in case something ever did go wrong. From opposite ends of the basement you watch each other - you and Benny ready to jump forward at the first sign that Frankie is in more or different pain than usual, and Frankie ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.

The sickening crunch of bones comes first. Making him grit his teeth and hiss in agony. Fists clench and then his hands shooting open as the fingers are the first to start transforming.

It doesn’t get easier no matter how many times he has to go through it - to feel it happening or to watch. It’s straight out of a horror movie, and to know that it’s Frankie suffering makes it that much worse. But at the end of everything he’s still your Francisco - husband and lover and amazing life partner - so you and Benny stand by to support him. You find things to celebrate about this transformation that would otherwise be horrific without any silver lining. The part that’s hardest though, is this face. Watching Frankie’s handsome, soft face take on hard angles and elongate until the only part of him that you can easily recognize as Frankie is his eyes.

The way his spine elongates is probably the most painful part. When he’s human, he’s about four inches shorter than Ben. During the full moon? He’s easily a foot to a foot and a half taller than his lover. It wasn’t as if they had taken out a measuring tape to see.

“Hey….” A soothing voice helps him most right after the change, and you step forward to offer him a soft smile. No matter what, that’s still your Frankie in there. You and Benny would never let him feel like anything but himself if you can help it. “You okay, baby?”

A growl rumbles out of his chest, eyes turning towards the two of you and he sniffs the air. His towering height diminishes as he drops down to all fours and prowls towards the two of you.

"Hey, there's our man." Benny smiles, reaching out to let Frankie sniff him and decide how fast he wants the night to progress.

Frankie snorts, huffs at him and there is the tiniest lick of his tongue against Benny’s palm.

"You can do better than that, big boy." When Benny laughs it's more than a chuckle - it's deep in his belly as he sees the amusement register in Frankie's eyes. "Take your time, Frank. You know that. We have all night."

Now that he’s changed, instinct takes over. His head butts against the hand again before he turns to you. Piercing eyes watching you before he shoves his nose into your crotch.

"You wanna fuck before you eat tonight, Frankie?" It's your turn to laugh, shaking your head a little as you pull your dress over your head. He determines how these nights start, and tonight you're starting with nudity right off the bat.

Frankie growls again, pressing his nose against your panties and then dragging his cold nose up over the skin of your stomach. Stopping for a moment before coming up and flicking his tongue against your nipple.

It makes you whine the first time - it always does - because even though you know that the wolf's tongue is a different texture than you're used to, it still always takes you just a little bit off guard the first time every month. "I'm all yours, baby," you remind him, running a gentle hand through the fur on his cheek before looking up at Benny. "Both of you."

Satisfied with that, Frankie turns as he catches the scent of the meat. The growling of his stomach audible as he moves towards the table.

You grin when Frankie is distracted by the meat from the butcher, stepping out of your panties and snuggling into Benny’s arms as your wolfish husband starts to eat. “Food and sex,” you joke to Ben. “All species are the same.”

“I’m sure we would be hungry too after that kind of work out.” Benny jokes. “Growing nearly two feet is hard work!”

"I'm not begrudging him." In Benny's arms, you let Frankie take things in whatever order and whatever time he needs. Though usually eating an entire SUV's worth of meat only takes him a few minutes anyway. "Lord knows I'm the same way around my period."

“Our grocery bill is insane.” He snickers as he watches Frankie stare to tear into the meat.

"We can afford it." The three of you might not be living in the lap of luxury, but you're more than able to feed and shelter yourselves and provide occasional treats for each other - Frankie's monthly meat bill might be expensive but it's a small price to pay for knowing that he's safe and cared for in wolf form. If he had to hunt? Who knows what terrible thing might have happened to him by now.

Benny hums his agreement, wrapping his arms around you and he can’t help but cup a breast. “We could always distract ourselves.” He murmurs into your ear. “Until he’s ready to play.”

"Food and sex," you laugh softly, but you're already wrapping your arms around Benny's neck to keep him close. "You wanna play a little, Ben? Get ourselves all riled up until Frankie can smell the arousal on us?"

“You read my mind.” He smirks and tweaks your nipple gently. “I could always bend you over and eat you out.” His lips press against your pulse. “Make sure you’re nice and wet for that big cock.”

"Mmm..." Just the little pinch is enough to wake your body up, flesh starting to pebble in the chilly basement with just the barest contrast of Benny's habitual warmth. "You could definitely do that."

He smirks and kisses right behind your ear. “Go bend over right in front of our wolf, baby. He should have dinner and a show.”

There’s only so many pieces of furniture in the basement considering you really do need the open space for Frankie’s lumbering bulk, but the boys’ suggestion of installing both a sturdy swing and a sort of balance beam in the back third of the room by the large table have saved a lot of knees over the last few months. Right now it means that you don’t have to get on your hands and knees on the cement floor, it means you can bend over the balance bar and let Frankie watch with hungry eyes as Benny lowers himself to your cunt.

There’s nothing prime about the way Benny eats you out. He’s voracious with his. Hands gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart so he can bury his tongue in your walls and push his nose up against the toy in the pulsing little hole of your ass.

Frankie, however, slows in his voracious eating, watching the way you shudder and quake for Benny with undisguised hunger of his own. There’s no reason for him to get between the two of you until he’s finished his own meal, but he growls in approval when you moan Ben’s name in the vast, echoing room.

Benny huffs, chuckling into you while his tongue plunges deep. His eyes cut over to where Frankie is watching and he sends the wolf a tiny wink, egging him on before he lets go of your ass with one hand so he can palm his cock through his basketball shorts.

The boys like to play games with each other, you had found out quickly. Especially when the wolf takes over and Benny knows he can play with Frankie’s baser instincts without any of the negativity of actually having someone else touch you. It’s simply that the wolf wants what he wants when he wants it, and you and Benny love it when the wolf wants you.

Growling, Frankie’s head lifts up, licking his chops and the meat isn’t even completely gone yet. Eyes narrowing as Benny continues to rub his cock and moan into your folds while he licks you.

“You like what you see, Frankie?” The wolf never leaves his meal unfinished unless he is intent on having one or both of you right away, and right now it’s looking that way. Like Benny’s teasing is completely paying off in the best way.

The sound he makes rumbles through his chest, the clicking of the claws hitting the concrete echoes as he moves from around the table.

Benny doubles down, pulling his cock out of his shorts to squeeze the base in full view of the wolf while he sucks your clit harshly into his mouth to make you scream as he pushes you toward the first orgasm of the night. Both of you having been wearing plugs all day to prepare for whatever kind of play you want and it’s going to be a very happy anniversary for Benny. You’ll make sure of it.

Frankie drops down to his front forearms, growls as he sniffs along his lover’s neck, his tongue coming out to rasp against his pulse. Tasting the sweat, the day from his skin. He tastes bits of himself, from earlier in his human for and you. He growls again, licking harder as he replaces it with his own.

Benny shivers a little at first, always a little extra excited to have the wolf’s attention because of the extremely positive associations he has from that first night a year ago. It’s a little indulgent, a little hedonistic, and completely wrapped up in love. “You want me to smell like you, huh baby?” He grins, knowing exactly what Frankie is doing.

Making a rumbling sound of agreement, his tongue rubs over his skin again and again. The tiny barbs on his tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh.

Benny has joked on multiple occasions that you can never get a dog because he’ll get a hard on anytime the pup licks him, and right now is complete proof. He had already been hard from eating you out but now he’s bordering on becoming his own marble statue - tense and aching everywhere except for the weeping head of his cock.

There is a definite edge to the way that Frankie pushes Benny, moving him away and isolating him, his broad back turns to you as he crowds over the younger man.

It’s impossible to look over Frankie’s shoulder in this form, but Benny peaks around his arm to make sure you’re okay with this development only to find you perched on a cushion watching intently, and he grins at your voyeuristic tendencies before giving the wolf his full attention. He steps out of his shorts so Frankie doesn’t have to tear them, kicking the fabric away to leave himself bear and vulnerable, knowing that no one in this room has anything but pleasure on their minds.

As the wolf, Frankie has to be conscious of his claws, aware that they are razor sharp and could easily shred through flesh and sinew. His paw hits Benny’s shoulder and hand presses down.

He can take a hint, and Benny smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of Frankie and settles himself on one of the many soft matts they now keep strewn around the basement for times like these. There's no disguising how eager both men are at this moment, not that Benny would ever hide from Frankie how much he wants him - not anymore.

It’s fitting that Benny is in his knees in front of Frankie tonight. Especially since he had been there the very first night. The large cock twitches and he shuffles forward, eager to feel the pleasure of Ben’s mouth.

Benny groans when Frankie tilts his hips forward again, hands holding onto the strong frame looming over him as he licks and mouths at the enormous length in front of him. Frankie’s indignant snuffles make him grin, and Benny kitten licks the tip of his lover’s cock again before diving forward to take as much of it into his mouth as he possibly can at once. He’s learned a hell of a lot about how to give Frankie the perfect kind of pleasure he craves, and he puts it to use as often as possible - and the full moon usually means using every trick in the book.

The howl he lets out is soft, not nearly as loud as it would be if he had just changed. His claws dig into the beam above his eyes, his elongated snout tilted down to watch the very human lips wrap around his cock.

Swallowing around the thick head of Frankie's transformed hard on is one of Benny's favourite ways to pull reactions from the wolf, the extra tightness and heat always making Frankie react so gorgeously every time. Benny's become an expert in this - in giving pleasure the way he never had before - but on nights like tonight he's more eager than he is calculated. He gets messy quickly, not caring about the pornographic visuals but only about making Frankie feel as good as he possibly can.

The rough snap of the wolf’s hips is greedy, animalistic. Baser in need and pleasure that the human lover he deals with. Frankie chases the warmth found at the back of Ben’s throat. The moans that vibrate up his shaft. Sharp eyes watch the way the other man’s cock leaks and bobs eagerly. There’s only been a few times where the wolf has submitted to the human, but tonight is about his control.

It's demanding, and Benny recognizes this tempo from a few times before - the dominant pace of the wolf showing him who he belongs to and who will protect him, taking pleasure before he gives it. Benny would never have considered himself submissive in any way before being in a position like this, but these days he will readily admit that it has its moments of being incredibly worthwhile. He loves the give and take of it, knowing that after the wolf has taken everything he wants Benny will be rewarded with just as much in return.

There is something about the wetness of his mouth that the wolf craves. As much as he loves your mouth, Benny is obsessed with taking all of him. A feat that hadn’t been accomplished but he tries. Frankie growls and one hand comes down to cup the back of Benny’s head as he thrusts his cock down the younger man’s throat.

If it is a teasing payback for the morning, Benny will gladly take it. Frankie fucks his mouth and throat like he owns them, and in this moment he absolutely does. His whole world has narrowed down to just the way Frankie’s cock feels throbbing in this mouth, and his own dribbles another spurt of precum onto the concrete floor as he tries one more time to take every inch of the wolf. He doesn’t even register the soft sounds of your muffled moans as you touch yourself while watching them.

Looking over his shoulder, Frankie growls, smelling your arousal. Seeing the wetness on your fingers as you sink them into your cunt. The wolf is very aware that he cannot push his own claws into your cunt. It’s one of the things the beast laments.

“I’m just enjoying the view,” you grin at Frankie, letting the timber of his growl roll through you. That sound combined with the way you curl your own fingers inside you is delicious.

He huffs, shaking his head before he turns his attention back to Benny, focusing on him.

"Been wanting to do this since this morning, haven't you?" Benny grins up at him, both hands working up and down the wolf's hard length in long strokes. "Pumping cum down my throat just like I did to you in bed."

Grunting, he thrusts his cock into Benny’s grip, throbbing insistently and close to cumming for the first of many times tonight. Lips curl back and he shows his teeth, hisses loudly.

"That's a yes." The younger man's grin becomes a cocky smirk. "Cum for me, Frankie." Benny hums, leaning forward on his knees to swallow his cock all over again.

The sound is guttural, harsh. Perfect to accompany the rough thrust where the wolf buries his cock in the willing throat of his lover. Not caring about the teeth scraping, just the warm suction as he starts to cum.

Benny groans, shuddering with his own kind of pleasure as he swallows every drop he's able to before the sheer amount of sticky fluid pouring down his throat begins to overwhelm him and dribble out the sides of his mouth. His eyes are watering and he's nearly drooling, so overcome with his own need to cum that his own cock twitches desperately in the cool air as Frankie's torrential orgasm begins to subside.

In wolf form, Frankie is never satisfied, not until he’s cum at least three or four times. His appetite for sex as ravenous as for food. So when the last rope of cum is deposited into Benny’s mouth, he’s already pulling his cock out so he can turn the other man over and fuck him, dropping down to all fours right before he buries his tongue in his ass to get him ready.

Deftly extracting the plug that Benny had been wearing all day - the one that matches yours, as a fun little nod to how the boys planned on sharing you tonight - Frankie growls in approval as Benny cries out beneath him. He is aching to cum, practically breathless with need, and he knows that he'll come apart completely untouched once that cock is buried inside him again.

Only when Benny’s tight little hole is pulsing does Frankie stop. Pulling his tongue away before you move into view with the lube. Only the small portion of him that remains Frankie keeps him from just plowing into the waiting little hole without lube.

"You in the mood to sit your gorgeous ass in that swing and watch?" Benny asks, pulling you down to kiss him just before he feels the drip of moisture on his overheated skin that tells him you're multitasking - lubing him up at the same time you indulge in a kiss. "Or do you want to join us?" Looking up at Frankie, you raise an eyebrow in question and smirk. "I don't think he's in the mood to share after all," you hum. "But maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll let you slip inside my aching pussy while he fucks you. I can see how badly you need to cum."

Frankie huffs, snorting as he grips Benny’s shoulder and yanks him back up against his chest. The tip of his cock grinding against his ass and another little growl rumbles in his chest impatiently as he tries to line up while keeping Benny anchored to him.

"Let me help, baby," you practically tsk Frankie in his impatience, reaching between the two men to wrap your hand as far around the wolf's cock as you can and guide him to the tight heat of Benny's waiting hole.

Frankie grunts, turning and licking your neck, even as his hips lurch forward before you’ve properly lined him up.

"You're welcome." It's said with a grin, and nearly drowned out by Benny's deep moan. If he wasn't being held up by the wolf's large, carefully placed paws, he would have immediately fallen forward with the force of the thrust.

The louder canine whine of satisfaction is your answer, moving his hips forward until every inch of his large cock is buried in the tight hole of the man in his grasp, turning his head and pressing his snout to Benny’s pulse before he starts to move.

Benny reaches for you, pulling you into his arms to feel that connection roll through three bodies instead of two. The taste of Frankie's cum is musky on his tongue when it plunges into your mouth, and you ring your arms around his neck to hold on tight. It would be an uncomfortable angle to try to fuck you in, but his wandering hands find your dripping cunt and his mouth makes its way down your throat and chest to latch on to your tits hungrily. His moans and grunts absorb into your skin and vibrate through you as his long fingers curl inside you, and you wrap your hand around his aching, purple cock in turn. He'll be lucky to last a whole two minutes with you stroking his length and Frankie fucking his ass so mercilessly, and you can't wait to hear him scream.

Frankie's hold on Benny tightens, pulling him back, almost completely out of your grip. He's possessive, curling around him and grunting with the bruising force of the pace that he's set. Both arms are around him, one across his chest, pinning him to him and the other is lower, sliding down his stomach and knocking your hand away from the man's aching cock.

The whine it earns from both you and Benny is honestly borderline pathetic, neediness wound up in both of you in tight knots, but you step back. Frankie gets what he wants when he’s in wolf form for very obvious reasons, and tonight it seems he wants Benny to himself. While it’s unusual for Frankie as the wolf to not want all the physical pleasure he can get at any given time, it isn’t unheard of, so you end up back in the swing to watch and eagerly await your turn while Benny is on the verge of exploding the second one large paw flattens itself against his belly.

Hot breath washes over Benny's skin. Followed by the wet tongue that is determined to taste every inch of him. Rasping over his skin again and again while his cock drills deep into his ass, growling happily at the sounds he is making while he fucks him. For some reason, he doesn't want to have you touch Benny, have him touch you. He wants to keep it separate.

“Greedy,” Benny huffs, voice laced with amusement and heavy with pleasure, breaths forced out of him at a punishing pace as Frankie rockets them both toward cumming.

There’s no denying that. Growling in his ear, Frankie bends his legs, changing the angle so he is rocking up into Benny and striking against his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck— fucking hell—” Any clever second comment is completely stolen from the tip of Ben’s tongue, feeling that perfect pressure and sinful angle in every one of Frankie’s quick thrusts. He practically goes cross eyed, gasp caught in this throat as spurts of hot, sticky spend erupt from his own cock and splatter onto the cement. The orgasm takes him over entirely, and in that moment Ben Miller probably couldn’t have even recalled his own name - though he sure as fuck knows Frankie’s.

The tight vice around his cock is sublime, making Frankie throw his head back and howl. Hips stuttering for another frantic thrust before he’s cumming. The hot rush of his seed filling Benny and pushing out of him with every jerk of his hips.

“Fucking shit…” Benny gasps, clinging to Frankie’s enormous frame so he doesn’t end up crashing onto the hard floor. “Happy anniversary to me, I guess,” he jokes, flashing you a grin.

There’s a moment where Frankie is softer. His snout turning into Benny’s neck and nuzzling him, holding him as he comes down from his high. Just pulsing inside the other man, still hard but not needy like before. A moment to breathe.

“He wanted his man tonight,” you hum, not minding in the least.

The grumble is huffy, slightly put out when he starts to relax his hold on Benny, his cock pulling out of him with a thick plop of cum hitting the ground. Now he has to wait to touch you, the inevitable clean up required annoying but he tolerates it.

“Don’t be impatient.” You chide him, grinning and shaking your head a little as you grab a few things off the little bookshelf in the basement - the location of all your cleaning supplies. Benny is still catching his breath and despite the aching in your neglected pussy you’re definitely the most functional of the three of you right now.

If a wolf could roll his eyes, Frankie is there. The animal instinct doesn’t understand the need to clean up between Benny and you, but he doesn’t push back against the order. Instead he turns his head to look at his cum dripping out of Benny.

It only takes a minute, and you press kisses to Benny’s shoulder and cheek before lighting one on his lips. “You want to lay down, love?”

“Mm.” Benny nods, chuckling a little to himself. Frankie has left him feeling wrecked and he needs a little time to recover.

The werewolf is a cocky lover, his chest puffing up with pride and he huffs happily when Benny sinks down onto the cushions that have been piled up in a corner.

“You gonna do the same to me?” It’s all teasing, but you know from experience that Frankie can break you down and put you back together again physically when he’s a wolf and it’s very different than the way he does it emotionally when he’s human.

There’s a deep growl, a heavy twitch to his cock as your washcloth holding hand swipes soapy water over it. Making him ruck his hips forward. “Yeah?” His reaction elicits a filthy grin from you and the second you’re done cleaning up you toss the cloth slide. “Well what are you waiting for, big boy?”

Frankie pounces, making sure that he’s not too rough when he knocks you to the floor. Your head hitting Benny’s thigh and your body cushioned by the padding the two of you had insisted on. All machine washable for when cum smeared on it. Hovering over you, Frankie drags his tongue down your body, licking every inch and paying special attention to your breasts before his head dives between your thighs.

He’s so eager tonight that you would probably giggle if you weren’t already moaning, head tossed back against Benny’s leg and your own legs spread wide to give Frankie every inch of room you can manage.

His tongue is seeking, your tang on his tastebuds making him want more. Curling it deep inside you as if he were using it like a cock.

It’s the kind of attention that makes your toes curl and your back arch right away - there is no slow build or easing you into anything tonight. Your feet are braced on Frankie’s broader-than-usual shoulders and he is diving into you with reckless abandon, like the Big Bad Wolf trying a very different method of eating up Red Riding Hood.

He growls, burrowing his head deeper, tongue piercing as deep as he can manage while keeping his teeth away from your skin. Wanting to be as deep as possible, needing to be. His claws curl around your hip, one over your breast, claiming you as his own.

Neither of the men in your life have ever discouraged you from being vocal during sex, both fully admitting that it spurs them on, and Frankie seems to be driving an extra pleasure from it tonight. Every moan that he tears from your throat is met with vigorous enthusiasm as the crescendo builds in your belly, and you swear the tip of that extra-long tongue is somehow stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your vision is blurry.

He’s addicted to your taste, wants to live the entire full moon with his tongue buried in your cunt. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Except the fact that his cock is leaking, desperate to plunge into your body and pump you full of his seed. Frankie grumbles into you, pushing his tongue harder as he wants you to cum.

Frankie is normally the undisputed king of pussy eating. It's a known fact to such a degree that he has a wire crown that the guys made him years before you even met him. But like this? The wolf doesn't care about technique or edging or any of the little things that Frankie does to build you up and topple you over the edge of that intense orgasm. When the wolf is in charge, it's usually about the absolute overwhelming feeling of being on a runaway train of pleasure as he pushes and pushes and pushes you toward the edge. An edge that is approaching so rapidly that your legs are shaking and starting to squeeze shut on the long snout between them.

Growling, Frankie works his shoulders between your legs, wanting you open for him. The orgasms are so much more intense when you cannot bear down. Greedily lapping at your cunt, he watches as you fall apart.

His name on your lips isn’t plaintive, isn’t prayerful. It’s an explosion as you fall apart for him - shaking legs and arched back meeting the intensity of your cries in a shattering orgasm.

The way you cum is like a geyser and Frankie groans happily, his tongue continuing to swipe at you to capture every drop of your release like it the nectar of the gods. Not stopping until you are whimpering under his attention.

“Baby,” it’s a few passes too many after you finish cumming, and you gently nudge the tip of his nose away from your body and laugh. “Gimme a second,” you insist. Overstimulation isn’t something you enjoy, and your clit is aching right now. But it will only take a second to move past. “You’re too good. Man or wolf. Doesn’t matter.”

It’s hard to imagine a wolf grinning, but that is exactly what Frankie does when his head comes up from your clit.

“So pleased with himself,” Benny chuckles, running his hands up and down your arms as your breathing returns to normal.

He is pleased with himself, but he’s also impatient. Waiting only another minute before he pulls you up into his arms to get ready to impale you on his hard cock.

You weigh nothing to him when he’s like this - as easy to pick up and toss around as an apple - and far more fun to play with. From the little shriek that accompanied the leap in your heartbeat when he picks you up to the way your legs fall open without hesitation only to wrap around his waist and hang on for the ride, he loves every second of it.

You're used to taking him like this. Having no issue burying himself to the very root in one swift thrust, growling loudly even as you shriek out in pleasure.

There’s never any danger, he’s not going to overexert himself and you’re not going to accidentally slip too far down in his arms. All of your focus can rest securely on the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your throbbing pussy with every demanding thrust and you revel in it.

He’s huffing, his head pushing against your neck and chest, scenting you in him. Wanting you covered in him.

His pace never falters, always relentless and always needy, eager to hear the sounds you'll make and feel the way you'll squeeze him as he works himself in and out of you at a rhythm that even the best porn stars would envy.

Benny groans, watching his lovers together is something that he always loves, no matter what form Frankie is in. It's beautiful and animalistic and there is always the joke about how feral Frankie is during the full moon. His spent cock twitching as he reaches down and palms himself, quickly starting to harden while watching his own personal porno play out in front of him.

You let your head fall back, moans and whimpers pouring out to the ceiling as Frankie nuzzles into your chest and licks your tits, flicking your nipples and keeping you moving on his cock. Since he's made you cum once it would usually take longer for it to build a second time, but you swear nothing in the world works faster than the feral force of the wolf taking what he wants.

Frankie's eyes move towards Benny, watching him as he watches you. Piercing gaze fixed on the younger man as he continues to fuck into you with wild abandon.

"Tease me about being a voyeur," you huff, following Frankie's eyes to your lover and grinning. "But you ca— can't fuck help jerking off watching us."

"It's fucking hot." Benny whines, pumping his cock slowly and groaning when he watches Frankie's cock spear up into your gapping cunt. "Fuck baby, you're so full of him. How'm I gonna fit?"

"Guess you're just gonna have to – fuck, Frankie, oh my god – try." You moan even louder when Frankie snaps his hips forward, growling a little at the comment.

The agreement firmly in Benny's mind, he pushes up off the cushions and starts to move towards the two of you, reaching for the bottle of lube. "God baby, you look fucking divine on his cock." He coos.

"Almost as good as you do." Leaning over, you brace yourself on Benny's shoulder and dive into kissing him, flush and overheated body craving as much attention as your lovers are willing to give you.

Frankie's grumble is put out, huffy because your attention is not focused on him. The snap of his hips pushes harder, bouncing you on his cock. Demanding your attention and pulling you away from Ben's lips.

"Not into sharing tonight, are you?" It earns Frankie a raised eyebrow from you, but you're not going to question him. Not when he can't properly answer you. The language barrier does present a few obstacles occasionally.

Frankie reaches out and pulls Benny towards the two of you. His paw wrapped around the other man's back as he plasters him to your back. Crushing you between the two of them. Benny takes the invitation happily, too eager to be inside you to worry about teasing you for now. It only takes him a second to grab the lube, making himself as ready for you as he can be. Then he eases the plug you've been wearing out of your ass while pressing earnest kisses to your shoulders, one arm wrapped around your waist to rest on your belly in between you and the wolf - holding you steady and steadying himself with you all in one motion. The way you keen for them - both of them - is music to their ears and you reach behind you with one hand to cling to both of them at once.

Frankie’s lips curl back, teeth exposed, and his hackles raise for a split second before he relaxes. His growl soft and his snout reaching over your shoulder to poke at Benny, sniffing him before his tongue laps at his skin before dragging over to the back of your neck.

It should have happened in slow motion. There should been a change in the wind, or a soundtrack cue. There should have been something. But as it happened, all three of you almost missed it. Reaching back to grasp for Benny's jaw to kiss him, you overreach and touch his shoulder. The dampness would have gone unnoticed and unthought of as sweat during sex, except that you catch a glimpse of red on your fingertips. Benny is bleeding. Benny is bleeding right where the wolf's teeth just were.

Mid thrust, Frankie's larger frame freezes, eyes locked onto your fingers. He smells the blood, tastes it. His head tilts back and he does the only think that he can do in this moment. His howl of anguish fills the basement.

******

It took forever for all of you to fall asleep last night. You had taken Benny upstairs to wash his shoulder and bandage it after Frankie refused to so much as touch either of you again, and the two of you had lain in bed in near silence with only the mournful howls coming from the basement as your soundtrack. When the adrenaline finally wore out and sleep took over it was fitful and you know instinctively, even before you open your eyes the next morning, that you've slept far too late.

Frankie is exhausted, turning back to his human form in the early morning light and collapsing into a heap to sob on the cold concrete floor for nearly an hour before he managed to drag himself up the stairs. He's leaving. His mind is made up and it's ripping his very heart from his chest.

"Frankie!" He looks like a complete wreck when he slumps into the bedroom, and even though Benny is still sound asleep you jump out of bed to throw your arms around your husband. "It was an accident, baby. An accident." You insist, and when he doesn't react to your arms around him right away you only squeeze harder. "We love you, Francisco. That has not changed. It never will."

Frankie swallows harshly, fresh tears in his eyes but he blinks them away as he very gently - oh so fucking gently - takes your arms and pulls you away from him. He's too dangerous for you to touch, not now, not after he's hurt one of the ones that he loves most. "You— you need to stay away from me." He rasps out, his voice hoarse from the howling of the night before.

"Not going to happen." Frankie might be stubborn, but in a lot of ways you are more so. You shake your head at him and reach to wipe away the water rising his eyes only for him to flinch away from your touch. So instead you very deliberately put both of your hands on his shoulders and hold his gaze. “We love you,” you repeat. It was never something in contention, not even for a second, when you and Benny actually talked last night. "And I'm not giving you a divorce so get that thought out of your head right this second."

Shaking his head, he huffs in frustration. "I bit Ben!" He hisses, angry at himself, angry at you for being so fucking accepting of all of this. It had led to this. He needed to be chained up like the fucking vicious monster that he is. "Love isn't going to fix that!"

"It was an accident." You're not blind to the seriousness of the situation, but you're also not going to let your family fall apart because of it. Not when you're the happiest you've ever been in your entire life and you know Frankie had been too, up until last night. "We don't even really know how the infection works. Ben might be immune or something! But if he's not, are you going to make him go through those changes every single month terrified and alone? Because I have never seen you as scared as you were during those first few months." It isn't meant to be a guilt trip, it's just reality. And your reality is a whole hell of a lot weirder than most other people's.

"You're pregnant." Frankie snaps harshly. You don't understand why he had bit Ben. He had been territorial. He was dangerous.

"What?" Your head jerks back but your hands don't leave him, practically clinging like it will keep him from walking away.

"The wolf knew it. You're pregnant. He got territorial." It's easier to refer to the monster that had potentially destroyed his lover's life as some entity that is separate from himself. It doesn't lessen his guilt though. "I smelled it the second I changed last night, and I bit Ben because he was fucking territorial."

"You accidentally grazed Benny after pulling him in so he could fuck me with you." Scrunching your eyes shut for even half a second does absolutely nothing to clear your mind. Pregnant. Pregnant? That complicates things, sure, but it's not like you can be upset about it. You have the two best men in the world in your life and one of them has swimmers tough enough to beat your birth control, apparently. "So we lay off the rampant werewolf sex for the next eight or nine months or however long. But...baby...parents? That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"

"Who knows what could be in your belly?" Frankie snarls, lashing out in his own anguish and fear. He has no clue what could happen. Does this curse travel through his seed? Could it spawn another wolf from your womb? Even worse, could the thing in your stomach kill you? Frankie's blood runs cold at the idea. "Maybe the wolf decides to kill you next time. No." He shakes his head. "I'm not letting that happen."

"Frankie." Moving from his arms to his face, you hold him steady when he tries to flinch again and force him to look you in the eye. "We have no idea what's going to happen next." That's not something you can deny. It's simple fact, as much as you hate it. "But whatever it is, the three of us are going to face it together. As a family. That's what we agreed on when we said our vows. For better or worse, in sickness and in health." You could kick your own ass for the water behind your eyes, knowing that he sees it and knowing that he blames himself for hurting you. But in reality? You know he's thinking about running and the idea of living a life without him is the scariest and most terrible thought in the whole world. "Maybe love won't fix anything, but it's sure as hell not something to let go of."

"I can't— If something happened to you – if I did something to you—" Frankie lets out a small sob, shaking his head and closing his eyes to keep from bawling again. "I couldn't— I couldn't live it with. I wouldn't live with it. And I— I just— Benny—"

"C'mere, baby." He lets you pull him in this time, thank god, and you hold Frankie against your frame as tightly as you can. Neither of you has looked over to the bed yet so neither of you sees that Benny has woken up at some point in your argument - because of course he has. It's not as though you were being quiet. You've been too frantic in trying to keep Frankie from leaving his goddamn family. "Whatever happens, it's going to happen with all three of us there. If something happens to me then you two are going to have a baby to take care of, and that's just the way it is." A baby. Holy shit... "It's okay to be scared. Or to be sorry. But we're never ever going to stop loving you."

It breaks him. Your words tear at the tiny sliver of composure he was holding onto, and his knees hit the ground, dragging you down with him as he clings to you. Wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your shoulder as he sobs. Harsh, heavy, guttural sobs from the very depths of his soul.

"We're going to figure it out, baby." You can't promise that everything is going to be okay, since you have no idea what is going to happen at all, but you do know that you'll push yourself to the end of the earth to find a happy solution if you possibly can. Rocking Frankie against your chest, you finally look over at the bed when you feel the mattress move beside you, and only see Benny leaning in to wrap his arms around both of you a second before it happens.

"Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Frankie's head before squeezing tight. "We are. We're going to figure it out." Despite being terrified, there is a sense in him now of knowing that it's okay to be scared. Probably because the word he woke up to was pregnant, and that was about the scariest and best thing in the world he could possibly think of.

Frankie jerks back, his eyes wide and full of self loathing as he searches Ben's face, and settles on the bandage on his lover's shoulder. "I—I'm so sorry Benjamin." He whimpers, shaking. his head. "I didn't—I can't— Jesus."

“Don’t start with that ‘Benjamin’ bullshit,” he huffs, wiping the tears from Frankie’s eyes with his thumb. “This isn’t some mission and we’re sure as hell not writing a report, so it’s Ben or Benny just like always, okay?” They both sniffle, and Benny presses his forehead to Frankie’s like a solid force. “A-are…are we really pregnant?” To him, it will be the glorious silver lining to anything else that comes next.

Frankie huffs, shaking his head at how Benny is focusing on the fact that he had told you that you’re pregnant, rather than the very real damage he might have done. “Yeah.” He admits after a second. “Her scent is changed.”

“Okay.” Benny blows out a breath, nodding slightly before he presses a kiss to Frankie’s forehead and then yours. “Then…then I think we need to do some traveling,” he tells you both quietly. “I thought about it all night until I just couldn’t think anymore, and we need to go back down to whatever godforsaken jungle we were in when you got bitten in the first place and find out whatever they know. If that baby is yours, it can’t be first time this has happened. And if it’s mine?” He shrugs and cracks a grin. “Then at least he’ll be tall.”

Frankie huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not short, you’re just a goddamn tree.”

“One that you both love to climb.” Benny winks, glad to see that Frankie has at least stopped crying for now.

“Ben…” He doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say, but he just stares at his lover with an expression of deep remorse.

“It was an accident.” Shifting to the edge of the bed, Benny slips off the mattress to join the two on you the rug. “It could have happened even if we did use chains faithfully. And it’s sure as fuck not going to make me stop loving you.”

“You might change your mind when you have your own time of the month.” Frankie grumbles.

“If that happens, we’ll cross that bridge then.” Benny promises. He leans in, placing a soft but earnest kiss on Frankie’s lips. “Until then you can dress my wound like a sexy nurse.”

The wounded look in Frankie’s eyes has everything to do with it being his fault that Benny is even wearing a bandage. This is so much more different than any other injury that he had witness on the younger Miller brother. “Let me see it.” He murmurs softly, reaching for the edges of the tape.

“It wasn’t too bad,” you assure him, glancing at Benny as Frankie reaches to pull back the blood-stained gauze you had taped to his shoulder after cleaning the gash. It wasn’t too deep, but it looked like it would definitely leave a scar. One you would have all have to agree on a cover story for. “Oh shit…” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but the wind is knocked out of both you and Frankie at the same time when he peels back the first aid tape. There is no scar. Not a single mark or even freckle. Not a single trace of the injury is left behind for the naked eye to see.

Frankie sighs, his heart plummeting to his feet. He knows what this means. “Well fuck…”

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