#armedwithmxtal

[thecrankysheriff]

ϟ ( armedwithmxtal )

A squawk of surprise leaves Reggie at the touch, looking away from the book on the counter to huff at Nick. “Jesus, you scared me.” But the adrenaline doesn’t last long, his ears starting to burn as he chuckles. “If you wanted my attention a kiss does fine too you know.”

[thecrankysheriff]

5 Times the Love ( armedwithmxtal )

(1) Blue eyes, a big smile, all bright and full of life in a way Reggie hasn’t seen in so long. He’s saying something, and he’s trying to focus instead of staring like some sort of weirdo, listen to his words--but his voice is what gets his attention. He has a nice voice, and Reggie’s heart does a flip along with his stomach and he’s smiling back before he realizes it.

Oh no.

(2) He’s hurt him, he can see it on his face. In his eyes and his posture. He hurt him deeper than he should have because Reggie’s a coward who can’t handle change. Change in himself, accept that what he feels is not friendship, and probably never was when he recalls the skipping of his heart and heat against his ears. He had you before you knew it, yet you push him away. He can’t help it, he doesn’t--he doesn’t know if he wants this. 

He deserves someone who won’t fight him. Yet when Nick looks up at him, there’s a stab in his chest. Blue eyes, crestfallen features, the life he lo--admired so much a weak flicker. Maybe it’s too late.

“Take care Nick.”

(3) “I’m sorry.” It’s gasped out, hands--his own, so highly contrasted with Nicks--hold onto sleeve covered arms, the body long ago stopped fighting his grip while he begged. Give me ten seconds. Please. “I’m a moron, I’m sorry, I hurt you, and I don’t expect you to forgive me.” But oh he wanted him to. He needed him to. He hasn’t felt the same since he practically drove him away with words he didn’t mean, excuses that spewed out in his panic. “I just...want a chance. I--” Say it, say you idiot. “I know what I want.”

Blue eyes, shining with tears that he won’t let fall, lips drawn thin and apprehension written all over his face. 

“I want you.” But he understands if it’s not enough.

(4) The band is so attention catching, stark against his tan skin and even when he’s not focusing he can still see it. It’s like he’s hyper aware of it, of what it means and the future it holds. He doesn’t think he deserves what it means, but he’ll still bask in the warmth in his chest when he turns it around his finger in lazy circles, let the grin split his features as so many emotions run through him. Elation, contentment. Happiness. 

“What are you smiling so big about?” Nick asks, chin in hand and watching Reggie.

Blue eyes, lids lowered in boredom as they go through catalog after catalog, all preparation for that day. It’s such a small detail, a moment that Reggie holds onto.

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am.” And there’s that smile, more sheepish than the first time, but it doesn’t fail to send Reggie’s heart into a somersault. So lucky.

(5) Fingers card through his hair, toying with strands absentmindedly, and it pulls a content hum from Reggie’s throat, eyes closed and so ready to fall asleep like this. Warm, comfortable. Peaceful And it looks like he’s not only one, opening one eye to smile at the toddler napping happily against his chest, all soft tufts of hair and one chubby cheek mashed comfortable against him.

“He’s going to wake up cranky.” The speaking makes Nick’s chest vibrate, feeling it against his head and the silence is broken. Reggie keeps the smile, teeth starting to peer out as it grows, arching his head back to look at him. 

Blue eyes, warm with sleep, soft with affection and the contentment Reggie feels deep in his chest, heavy from the child resting right above his heart. “He’ll be fine, a little fussy at best.” A hum at his answer, another run through of his hair and that warmth blooms again. It never fails, that flutter of his heart and the emotions in his stomach.

“Nick?” 

“Hmm?” The smile softens, craning his neck to press a kiss to Nicks’ jaw. 

“I love you.”

[thecrankysheriff]

✗ ( armedwithmxtal )

Accepting

 His head almost hits the wall, but that can be ignored. Reggie has just enough time to let out a snort before there’s an all familiar pare of lips on his own, demanding his full attention with a hard press. unseizing and letting Reggie know Nick is not intending to let go at any point. What can a man do? Kiss back of course.

“Not that I don’t like this, but what’s got you all wound up?” He manages to ask during a much needed spell of breath.  

[thecrankysheriff]

“My my, you’re the one who told me we can’t do it in the morning.” ( armedwithmxtal )

“Consider me a hypocrite then.” Reggie muttered against the others’ neck, the haze of sleep making his movements lazy and near careless. It was one of those oddly serene days; where everything just felt completely still and calm, the two able to finally take a breath from the hectic schedule built around their days, and take in each other instead. 

Maybe in more ways than one. “Besides, aren’t you the one telling me to be more spontaneous?” He can’t help but grin, taking Nicks’ chin to give him a lazy and slow kiss.

[thecrankysheriff]

➟ pull on their clothes ( armedwithmxtal cause reasons )

“Alright, alright. I’m getting away from the paperwork.” He can’t help but chuckle, pushing himself away from his desk to take Nick’s hand. He always did small things to get his attention away from his work, because ‘You’re impossible to pull away otherwise.” It’s a good thing he had him around, otherwise who knows how long he’d spend fussing over stuff like this. “You have my full attention now.”

[thecrankysheriff]

✿ ( armedwithmxtal )

3: back kiss

It’s incredible how quickly domesticity sneaks up on you. One minute, your life is all intensity and tears and then it just stops. One day you wake up and realize love isn’t always intense gazes and heated kisses. It’s lazy mornings, talking about the news and bills and fighting over the radio. It’s dropping into bed exhausted without any intention of getting up, and erm–other activities can be goofy heat of the moment things that happen when you’re meant to be doing work. 

It dawns on Reggie that his life–albeit random moments of absolute chaos–was pretty damn normal. It comes to him watching Nick’s shoulders shift as he breathes, bare back to him as he sleeps. Reggie just got home, eyes burning and feet breathing relief of being freed from his boots and there’s this rush of sheer bliss that comes over him. 

That’s my husband. His mind supplies him so intelligently as he lies there, still dressed in his jeans and dress shirt. That’s my husband, this is my life. And it’s perfect. He turns on his side, placing a soft kiss between Nicks’ shoulder blades, climbing up to kiss his neck, then his head. 

Absolutely perfect.

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[thecrankysheriff]

Reggie enjoys brushing his hands all over his lover's naked body.

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