Feb 6, 2023
LITTLE MAN……..
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LITTLE MAN……..
also i have two s/is who are dating nog now. one is in a polycule with him and jake (earon) and the other is Just with nog (emris)
my bestie suggested nog stress baking and now i’m just ,,,,,, thinking about him not-so-sneakily asking jake and i about our parents’ preferred baked goods so he can find the best recipes and then absolutely perfect them before asking for permission to marry us 👉🏼👈🏼
nog: can i help you
me, looking at his chest: ………..can i………………..
nog:
me:
nog:
nog: yeah, alright, okay. c’mon.
me: :D [snuggles up to use him as a pillow]
jake on the other side of the room: wow……slut
nog: 🤨
me: which one of us
nog: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
me kissie kissing jake and nog on their silly cheeks. picks jake up even though he’s almost a whole foot taller than me. picks nog up even though he squirms and wriggles. boyfriends :)
rq before i sleep: traumatized sillies. goodnight
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
Their voices are quiet in the darkness, calling to one another from across the room, barely above whispers.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Me either.”
One of them shifts slightly. The air is thick.
“Can I-?”
“Please.”
Earon sits up, climbs out of hys own bed, and crosses the room to where Jake is lying. The taller, younger man lifts his blanket as an invitation, and Earon crawls in beside him. Jake wraps his arm around hys chest and holds hys hand.
“ . . . He’s gonna be okay,” Earon says after a moment. “He is okay. He’s fine. He’s on Starbase 235 — he’s perfectly safe.”
Jake holds Earon close, nuzzling his nose against hys neck. “He’ll be okay. He’ll come home soon. And we’ll be right here for him.”
Earon sniffs once. A long moment of quiet passes, filled only by the ambient hum of the station.
“Doctor Bashir needed me to help amputate his leg.” Earon’s voice is impossibly small. “There wasn’t anyone else nearby. I did what was asked of me. I was a good soldier. A good medical officer.” Hy almost laughs. “I actually threw up when it was over. I never throw up. But I was so scared I was gonna screw it up. That he’d never walk again, and it would be my fault. I . . . I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
Jake holds his boyfriend all the closer. “You didn’t, though. He’s okay. He’ll be just fine.”
“I know.”
“He’ll come back, and everything will . . . ”
It won’t go back to normal. Two of the men Jake loves most bear fresh psychological scars. One of them very well could have died. He buries his face in Earon’s neck.
“We’ll be okay.”
Earon chokes on a sob. Jake kisses hys shoulder. Squeezes hys hand. Tries to radiate love and comfort and support, even though he knows logically that that’s not how Earon’s limited telepathic ability works.
“I love you, Earon.”
Earon brings Jake’s hand to hys lips, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, Jake.”
Jake holds hym close all through the night.
places these here. uh. yeah.
just imagined nog using my shampoo bc he thinks it smells nice. if anyone needs me i will be Wailing 💖