The biggest problem I've always had with this community who's against Dutch is that they never tried to look at it from his side of the fence. Like I said before Dutch has his faults but he's not the only one with them.
You awake one morning to find two old men have broken into your house, kicked your dog off the bed and now you can't take your eyes off the old man yaoi action happening before your eyes. Fair warning, Zuckerberg; nipples get exposed here.
Gender-neutral reader x Vandermatthews! Based on a silly dream I had :3
Bedside Manners
by Roaming Tigress
It's the early morning hours and you wake up to feel something moving at the foot of your bed. It's not your dog, your cat, your spouse.
Is it some cheeky intruder who boldly forced their way through your bedroom window?
It might as well be.
You feel your cheeks flush as you make out the vague shapes of two men sitting on the edge of the bed. At least you *think* they're sitting on the edge of the bed.
You want to get a better picture of what is happening and you take advantage of your phone's flashlight setting.
Your cheeks flush more when you see who it is: Dutch and Hosea, the two camp dads as you affectionately call them.
And they're not just sitting on the edge of your bed. Dressed adorably in matching blue mango-printed silken pyjamas, they are making out with one other on your bed, with Dutch taking the lead. He slips a hand through an opening between the buttons of Hosea's pyjama top. While you think it's a sexy gesture, Hosea lets out a yelp of surprise.
"Your hands are cold, Dutch!"
Dutch flashes a sly grin to Hosea, leaning in more as he wags an eyebrow.
"Well, that means they need to be warmed up!"
"Oh, God, you . . . " Hosea gasped as that damn cold hand roamed underneath his pyjama top, his squirming only encouraging Dutch. "You old rascal!"
Oh, but Hosea wasn't going to just let Dutch get away with such cheekiness. He got him back when he shoved his hands down the hem of his pyjama pants and grabbed his ass. Alas, from your angle you don't get to see much of his ass; you instead get a little flash of a love handle and old man paunch instead. Just as you always wanted. Predictably, Dutch yelps at the sensation of his ass being grabbed, and to your amusement, his yelp is exceptionally high-pitched. Though Hosea taught him well, Dutch is not not as tough as he tries to show.
"Oh, shut up!" Hosea growls, and after steading the back of his head, locks lips with the Plan Man. You are certain those tongues are battling for dominance and yo uknow there can only be one winner.
For as far into each other as they are, you do not go unnoticed by them.
It was Dutch that first noticed you were watching them as you sat up in bed, mesmerized. He's a little excited about having an audience; you had an inkling that you thought he'd be into that sort of thing.
"OLD PEOPLE HAVE SEX, TOO!" Dutch barked out, much to Hosea's embarrassment.
Great, now the rest of the house has been woken up.
"Shhhh!" You hiss back. "You already sent my dog off the bed, do you want to wake up everyone too?"
Right about then, you realize that you just egged Dutch on. Hosea is shaking his head, but there's a little tiny smirk on the corner of his lips though, which tells you he's more amused than he's letting on.
There's a sly grin forming across Dutch's meticulously mustached lips. And then, to your amusement, he undoes a button of his pyjama top and playfully flashes you a nipple. "What's wrong with that? You could charge admission at the door for this."
You laugh. You can't help but laugh. The whole situation is just so . . . Silly.
You've thought of these two as an old married couple, not without their tragedy. You also think of each of the men in your way; maybe you think of Hosea as the shrewd one who could sell ice cubes to the iceman. Maybe you think Dutch as the charmer with the silver tongue who would benefit from modern mental health care, a complicated character you could do multiple-paragraph analysis on. But whatever and however you think of them, here they are being . . . Silly and inhibited here. Maybe they feel so comfortable in your presence, knowing that you appreciate these characters and what they bring to the table and enjoy them as a couple, and your lack of judgement with that is icing on the cake. And maybe, just maybe, they like to have an audience.
"I think they'll want to see more than a nipple!"
Dutch decides to flash a nipple for the *third* time. Now he's showing you both of them. How "How about two nipples?"
Aren't you lucky?
"Oh, don't encourage him!" Hosea lets out a dramatic sigh. He attempts to cover Dutch up as if he thinks they are intruding upon you enough. Did you really want to see a man's nipple when you're trying to get some sleep? Dutch though, with differing opinions, squirms out of it, revealing the other nipple anda little more skin,too. He's just happy to flash you his other nipple, much to your amusement.
What a show!
"Since when are you such a prude, Old Girl?" Dutch teases; you find that nickname so charming. His eyes are sparking with mischief; you know life rarely gets dull for Hosea with Dutch in his life to keep him on his toes.
"I know that couldn't have started last Friday. I'm still recovering!"
Now you're intrigued. Just what went down last Friday?
Although truly no prude, Hosea is the more private of the two when it comes to their sex life. He won't shut down a conversation about sex and in fact enjoys discussing it -- this is a very sex positive married old couple -- but he likes to leave a little intrigue. Sex is only a part of this couple's relationship but it's the decadent dessert they await at the end of each week. Sex for them is fire rekindling, a display of affection, even after all these years. And maybe an excuse to put Dutch in his place.
"I can assure you that nothing out of the ordinary took place on Friday."
Dutch of course, won't leave that be. He's feeling very sassy and you have to admit, you played a part in that.
"Well I'm not so sure that using a riding crop and reins and bridle on me is our -- "
Time for makeout session number #2.
Hosea pins Dutch down onto the end of the bed, establishing dominance in one smooth move. Maybe even a little tongue was involved. You could almost imagine what he was like in his prime; this man is 55 years old.
And it's not even Friday.
You wake up sometime in the morning, feeling very warm and cozy;and the source source of that warmth was entirely Vandermatthews powered.
Hosea's face is nuzzled under the crook of your neck, curled up as to not take up too much of your space. You pull an arm around him in a gentle squeeze as he lightly snores, right in your ear. And Dutch? Sprawled out across the bed, and partially on you too, since you might as well just be another pillow on the bed, an extension of the mattress. And yet, you can't resist ruffling that hair and tickling that chin; he closes his eyes with a silly toothy grin.
And your dog? Curled up in their bed on the floor and judging their bedside manners, and hoping in their next lives, they come back as a squirrel.
This look on Dutch's face breaks my heart every single time I see it.
He just saw Hosea get gunned down like a dog and he is barely able to comprehend it. He's already in such a high stress situation and it just got a million times worse.
Dutch knows people will die in their life: "We have lofty goals. We're trying to reform society to a truer and kinder way- now of course, there are going to be casualties." He knows that people will die, but just his face alone shows that he never could actually comprehend the fact that HOSEA of all people could die in their line of work.
He has known Hosea for over half his life. Hosea was his best friend. They watched each other grow. They watched each other fall in love. They watched each other go through the pain of losing their loved ones. They have fished and hunted. They sang and danced and cooked up schemes and told stories and just had fun with one another. They raised three children- Arthur, John, and Tilly. They raised them from two feral boys and a girl to grown men and a woman. They taught kids how to survive. They gave them an education.
They have seen the happiest and darkest days of their life.
Hosea was his best friend. Hosea was the one constant in his life. Others would come and go, but Hosea would always be there. They'd make it to Australia or Tahiti or to the original plan of the west and can look at each other and say they actually made it.
Hosea was always there, his partner in crime, his dearest and best friend, his brother in everything but blood- he can't die.
He can't.
But he did die. He gets gunned down like a dog and all those years are gone just like that.
Hosea is dead and Dutch dies with him. Maybe he was just a good actor before, but whether it was just that or not, the man that Arthur showed so much respect to, who he would laugh with and have fun with, was gone.
Hosea is dead and Dutch dies with him. Arthur loses two parents that day.
I think we need to talk about Arthur and John as equestrians and how fucking good they are, because they can make a horse do a leg yielding IN FULL GALLOP. Sure my horse can do it too because a bush moved but they can do it on command. FULL GALLOP.
To make it better, I highly doubt that Hosea was giving them dressage lessons as kids, telling them "bend the horse a bit more inwards!"
They can also make the horse piaffe, mate, WHICH DRESSAGE TEACHER HAVE THEY HAD??
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