Consider: Hangman grew up in a rather conservative state and didn't figure out he was queer until his late 20s and as a result, never went to a pride party (which made the bucks and Kenny gawk a bit cause California and Canada love gays so much)
Anyway, Hangman's first pride parade and he's shyly wearing a shirt that says "Cowboy butts drive me nuts"
(Oh I am CONSIDERING. I am CONTEMPLATING.)
Poly!Elite (fluff)
"What do you MEAN your town didn't have a pride festival?" Matt asks, brows furrowed. Hangman shifts in the back of the car, looking uncomfortable despite the incredible shirt that Nick had found at the mall for him. Kenny takes a peek in the rearview mirror after parking the car, looking equally as confused as Matt and Nick.
Adam shrugs, and even that slight movement looks uncomfortable, his eyes darting, as if he's afraid that some of the passersby outside can see into the car and are judging him.
"Aaron's creek is small, and it's...y'know. Southern Virginia ain't like the rest of Virginia," Adam tries to explain. "Lot of red in that area."
"Oh," Matt says, blinking, as if it had never occurred to him that a town might not have a festival full of rainbows and furries and flags and six-foot-tall drag queens that made Kenny feel a certain way. Kenny shuts the car off and twists in the seat, his expression softening.
"Oh, hey, is this your first then? You never forget your first time," Kenny says. Adam glances outside, watching people file into the festival area in all sorts of colors and costumes, most people in light clothing. It's hot as balls in Richmond, and even though the car had just turned off it's already seeping in, sweat prickling on Adam's bare thighs. At least he doesn't regret the jean cut-offs.
"I've walked through a couple festivals while on the road, but I've never been to one. Richmond is...a lot different," Hangman says, looking out the car windows. Kenny glances at the Bucks and, in a moment, the three of them make a silent agreement that this is going to be a good experience for Hangman.
Nick grabs Hangman's hand and gives it a tug, leading the wide-eyed cowboy out of the car and into the sticky Richmond heat. Nick and Matt gather up the bags of water they'd gotten, both wearing matching rompers from back in the day (the kind with soft rainbows, two superimposed cats on the front with little rainbow bows on their ears).
Kenny, in his 'Y'all Means All' t-shirt and basketball shorts, reaches over to take Adam's other hand.
"Let's head in! You put on sunscreen, right?" Kenny asks, as the group flanks Adam. They form a kind of soft barrier around him, so that no matter where Adam looks as they enter the festival grounds, he always sees on of his friends.
Inside, Nick squeezes Adam's hand before dropping it so he can grab onto Matt's hand and yank him over to a booth that's selling custom pride sneakers. The Bucks dart over so fast that it makes Kenny and Adam laugh, following slowly behind them.
Hangman keeps his hand firmly in Kenny's as he looks around the fair, and he tries to imagine this collection of people in Aaron's Creek.
Men and women and everything betwixt and between are holding hands and kissing and laughing. People are selling pride, people are buying pride. People are running around with flags tied around their shoulders like superheroes and, to Adam, they kind of are. Because he's never seen people do this en mass, wearing flags that Adam doesn't even recognize, all smiling and careless.
His hand is squeezed twice, bringing him back to himself. Kenny is smiling down at him, and only in that moment does Adam realize how out-of-place he'd felt before, because now he feels like he couldn't belong anywhere else.
"Having fun?" Kenny asks, then, "You need some water? It's hot as balls out here. I don't know how the drag queens are going to stand it for the show-"
"Hey Kenny?" Adam asks, glancing around, lacing his fingers with Kenny's even though their hands were already sweaty and damp and uncomfortable. "Can I kiss you? Like, I know we're in public, but if there's anywhere...you know. To kiss."
Before Adam even has the last sentence out of his mouth, Kenny's lips are cutting him off, smiling against him. And it's hot and uncomfortable and sweaty, and they both smell like sunscreen and sweat, and Adam sighs into it like the weight of the world is off his shoulders.
When they part, no one is staring at them. No one is heckling them. They're surrounded by people who aren't scandalized, who see this kind of thing inside their own homes every day. And to be seen as boring is maybe the most incredible moment of Adam's life, tied with the second time Kenny leans down to take another kiss.
I’ve got no idea if prompts/requests are open but I’d love to see anything with the Golden Triad (Kenny/Kota/Hangman)
For you, dear, a sneek peek into a new fic series I'm working on.
TW: mental health issues
Hangman x Matt Jackson x Kenny Omega (x Kota Ibushi)
Adam cannot tell them about the thing that's been following him.
He's afraid they wouldn't believe him, he's afraid they'd think he was going mad. He's afraid that they'd be right.
Only, Adam's done all the self-tests he can think of, and he's pretty sure this thing is actually there, following him from a distance. This thing that's taking the shape of a friend, but it isn't his friend. Because the thing has been following him at the same time he's been staring at his friend across the ring from him.
It looks like Evil Uno, is what he means. But it isn't Evil Uno. It just...it just looks like him.
"Hangman!" Matt calls from the car. Adam looks up quickly, brought back to himself. The gas station door swings shut behind him as he tries to spy Matt through the torrent of snow that falls through the grey sky, pounding them with the inevitability of a delayed return home.
"Coming!" he calls. When he takes a step off the sidewalk, he sees it. It's standing behind the car that Adam has to pass by, and he tries not to jump. Perhaps he jerks to the side, but that can easily be blamed on slipping on the snow. At this point, Adam doesn't think the thing can hurt him. So far, it's only stood there and looked at him, despite not having eyes. It doesn't have...anything, really. It's all vague in the corner of Adam's eye, holding the outline of Evil Uno, and every once in a while he can make out a purple hue of the mask.
It's a hallucination, maybe. Harmless, for now.
Adam doesn't have time to worry about it. They're trying valiantly to beat the storm that's starting to pound down over Maine, wanting to at least make it onto the highway before the worst of it strikes. The last thing they need is to get stuck here when Adam thought, maybe, they could have had a moment to themselves at his home in Virginia. Well.
Him and the Bucks, at least. Kenny had flip flopped a couple times. Which made sense.
Because when Adam opens the door to their van and slides in, arms laden with snacks to tide them through what they were hoping would be a straight shot down south, Kota Ibushi is in the back seat holding his arms out to help with things. Adam thanks him and hands off the food, then closes the door quickly. When he looks back out, he can see the falling snowflakes, the few cars that had also pulled in for a quick stop, filling up to try and outlast the storm.
And he sees Not-Uno, standing closer now, hands at his sides. Adam turns to look away as Matt pulls them out of the snowy gas station, onto the snowy highway, taking it very, very slow.
"We're going to make it home," Kenny promises the car. But he isn't talking to them, is he?
He's talking to Kota. Like always, even if Kota isn't even in the car, Kenny's speaking to him. As Matt white-knuckles the wheel to try and get them up to forty miles an hour, the highway covered in slick water and clumping snow, the windshield wipers doing their absolute best, Adam sits back and he closes his eyes. Watching won't keep them from crashing, and after all, with his eyes closed Adam cannot see the thing that follows him, nor can he stare at Kenny and Kota's hands, clutched together in the seats beside him.
Hangman is woken up by the gentle sound of sheets shifting behind him, and the quietest, prettiest moans muffled into his pillow.
Confused at first, not by what’s happening but by the suddenness of being conscious, Adam turns his head to look over his shoulder, brow furrowed. Kenny’s there, and that makes sense. Matt is between them, a little bit under Kenny, which also makes sense because Kenny tends to hug them like they’re stuffed animals, tucking them under him and against his chest.
It's slow as he wakes up, lifting his head a little more and rolling onto his back. He props himself up onto his elbows to better see what’s actually going on, and as he does, he starts to smile as a chuckle builds up in his throat. Matt’s mouth is hanging open and his hand is fisted in the sheets under his pillow, whimpering as Kenny rocks up into him. His hair is in a braid, but is messy around his face, single strands sticking to his forehead and cheeks. Above him, Kenny has his eyes closed, one hand gripping Matt’s hip to keep him pinned down.
“Havin’ fun, Matty?” Adam asks, voice croaky from sleep. Matt blinks and his long, pretty lashes stick together, wet and shiny. Without looking at Adam, he nods, and Kenny buries his face in Matt’s hair.
“S’good,” Kenny breathes, pushing forward again, squeezing another whine out of Matt. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“I can see that,” Adam says, and he lays flat on his back, tucking an arm under his head. He watches them in the warm morning, the hotel bed creaking lightly under Kenny’s slow, sleepy thrusts. He can see how Kenny’s naked under the sheets, the white, thin topsheet clinging to the shape of his legs, of the curve of his ass. A particularly intense thrust, one that’s deeper, one where Kenny seems to press as much of himself down onto Matt as possible, dislodges some of the sheets.
Adam reaches down and tosses the sheets to their knees so that he can see how Kenny is laying half on top of Matt, rolling into him, cock wet and red – obviously, they’d been going for a while. Kenny had this thing where he liked edging himself early in the morning with whoever was willing, and if no one was, then by his own hand until one of them inevitably crawled up between his legs in curiosity. Matt, apparently, had been more than willing.
“Do you want..?” Kenny pants, lifting his head, blown-out pupils focused on Adam. Adam smiles and shakes his head, scratching his belly as he just watches.
“I’m good, baby. Too early in the morning for me. What number are you on?”
“F-our,” Matt breathes, blinking blearily over at Adam. There’s something about how beautiful Matt and Kenny look, with Kenny’s long, muscled body overtop Matt’s softer, tanner body, squeezing the plush of his hip, both of them making beautiful, gorgeous faces with every soft thrust.
Adam watches them as the sun slowly rises outside beyond their closed curtains, as Kenny edges himself to a fifth time, panting and shaking and pulling his hips back at the last second. He thinks Matt might sob for a moment, but instead, with half of Kenny still in him – and half of Kenny is still a sizable amount, all their quips and jokes about it holding a handful of truth – Matt’s eyes roll back and his abs clench.
“Fuck, Matt,” Kenny groans in surprise, Matt’s orgasm wetting the sheets under his belly. Adam can barely see the twitch of his prick, but he knows what a Matt Jackson orgasm looks like. All fluttery lashes and closed eyes and the prettiest, gasping breaths. Kenny grinds back inside Matt despite the clench of his body, causing the eldest Buck’s eyes to open wide as his body is filled up.
Kenny, embarrassed about his ‘oh’ face, buries it in Matt’s hair as the muscles along his back and sides ripple, his hips pushing and twitching as he seats himself entirely inside Matt. It’s quiet among them for a moment after that, just the sound of Matt breathing hard, and sweaty skin shifting on sweaty skin. A few minutes go by before Matt opens his eyes and smiles at Adam, all sex-drunk.
“Good morning,” Matt greets, reaching his hand out from under the pillow. He tucks some of Adam’s hair behind his ear. “You look happy.”
“I got a show right when I woke up,” Adam reasons, and he shifts onto his side, then up onto a hip. Kenny groans as he pulls out of Matt, causing both men to still and breathe hard for a moment. When Kenny flops onto his back, he pulls Matt with him, getting his lover out of the puddle of cum he’d left behind. “We owe that cleaning lady a nice tip,” Adam says, and Kenny smiles, laughing as he sits up with Matt in his lap. Matt turn around, squirming a bit until he’s straddling Kenny’s hips and hugging him around his back.
Adam slips off the bed to get them some wet cloths, returning and cleaning both men off for a kiss in return.
“You sure you don’t want any?” Matt asks when Adam’s done cleaning off his chest, standing on the edge of the bed while Matt looks up at him with puppydog eyes. Adam chuckles, knowing that it’s usually so, so hard to say ‘no’ to Matt.
“My new meds are kind of killin’ my libido,” Adam apologizes softly. “Things should go back to normal soon, though, promise.”
“Are they working?” Kenny asks, his hand landing on Adam’s waist, his pinkie resting on the waistband of Adam’s boxers. It’s a genuinely curious, worried question, and Adam takes a moment to think about it as he bundles the dirty rags in the top sheet.
He looks over at Kenny and Matt, their flushed faces, the way they’re both looking at him for an answer. The way they make him feel all so important and so, so, incredibly loved. The way Matt had gone to the appointment with him. The way Kenny gently rubs his thumb along Adam’s hip bone. Somewhere in the hotel, Nick is probably waking up, getting ready to come up and see them. If he’s where Adam thinks he is, Castagnoli’s room, he’ll walk up to their door limping and have to endure endless jests and snickering. And Nick is going to blush that deep red that makes Adam kiss the bridge of his nose every time, without fail.
Adam puts his hand over Kenny’s on his hip and he says,
As it's one per ask, this is my ask for Snowed In please 🤣🤣
(I've got you!!! I love Snowed In)
"Nick?" Kenny asks, and he still doesn't answer, wrapping his arms around himself. The snow accumulates outside, relentless, merciless. Inside the hotel, it's getting colder, too, and people have started muttering about the heat going out. Fear is starting to replace irritation.
"Nick," Kenny repeats, and his hand presses to Nick's hip, gently guiding him over until they're face-to-face. Kenny's body heat is otherworldly, and Nick has to fight the urge to tuck his feet against Kenny's legs, to curl his body into him, to admit he's cold. "...You're scared," Kenny says, as if realizing it for the first time.
Nick holds on to that little threat of self-control he has left. He can blame his shaking on the cold, usually, but it's warm under the blankets of their bed. All their clothes are layered between the top sheet and the comforter, a layer of insulation, and so it smells like a mix of Kenny and Hangman and Matt and Nick.
"Matt's scared," Nick breathes, and his mind makes him wonder if he just saw a puff of his own breath in the air. "He needs me to not be scared."
Kenny looks over Nick's face, lifts his head to look at the second bed behind them. Matt and Hangman sleep soundly, snoring softly as they wrap up in each other's arms. Kenny then looks back down to Nick, grabs the blankets, and tugs them up, up, up, until he's covered their heads. Until it's just the two of them in this world under the covers, when everything is soft and dulled and private.
"Kenny?"
"Matt won't know you're scared," Kenny whispers, one hand holding the sheets above their heads, his other hand coming up to tug Nick's bicep a bit, encouraging him forward. "He won't know you're scared under here with me."
“I didn’t-“ Nick stops, because Matt’s doing that. Thing again. Not the not-listening-to-Nick thing, which is pretty common, but the other thing. Staring off, focusing on something like a wall or a trashcan or a bird on a wire. Nick grabs Matt’s shoulder roughly, the only thing he knows that snaps his brother back to planet Earth. “Hey, I’m talking.”
Matt blinks and looks over at Nick, eyes wide, as if they hadn’t all walked into the locker room together a little while ago. Kenny looks up now, too, brows raised, heavy-lidded eyes still alert as he sets his phone down. Nakazawa, sitting on the floor and tying his sneakers, looks up, too. Matt takes a second to look at all of them, then shakes his head and waves a hand.
“I’m- sorry. It’s nothing. What were you saying?” Matt asks, trying to brush it off. And if he fools Nakazawa, and if he fools Kenny, then that’s one thing. Their minds have been somewhere else lately, even if Kenny’s had a decent streak in terms of. Not being how he can be. But Matt can’t trick Nick, who lets Matt know that with a hard stare.
“I was talking about All In,” Nick continues, and he sees the thankfulness in Matt’s eyes as his brother strolls on past the elephant in the room. Ignoring it, as if he doesn’t see it, because he doesn’t. No one does.
Adam Cole smirks at Matt from the corner of the room, and Matt tries not to stare this time as Cole’s opaque frame fades slightly into the wall behind him.
The Bucks trying (and failing) to make breakfast for their boys and their boys have to come to their rescue because they almost set the kitchen on fire.
(The Bucks are me setting off the fire alarm every time I cook dinner)
“I’m our defense,” Matt says, standing in front of the charred remains of their ‘breakfast,’ “it’s the thought that counts.”
“There’s no possible way you were thinking while cooking this,” Adam points out. What he has to assume was once food sits in three ruined pans, and Matt hangs his head while Nick frowns. Behind them, Kenny’s hands are on his knees, and he’s wheezing.
“I thought if you cooked things on high that it would cook faster,” Nick explains.
“You know what’s really fast?” Adam asks while Kenny lets out a long, loud laugh. With that ringing along the walls of their home, he can’t help but find the humor in this. His arms wrap around Matt and Nick’s waists. “Cracker Barrel.”
The Bucks being stricken with deadly diseases (the sniffles) and being doted on by their boys?
(The strength of a man going through the common cold.)
“How’s our boys?” Adam asks, peeking into the room with Kenny behind him. In the large, king-sized bed, bundled up under blankets, propped up by (specifically requested) memory foam pillows, with cold packs on their necks and sniffly red noses, sit two men battling certain death.
Matt just lets out a long, low groan, and Nick looks over at Adam, reaching his hand out like he’s dying. Adam slips into the room and Kenny follows, carrying two bowls of soup.
“I’m dying,” Nick croaks, taking Adam’s hand.
“You have a cold, darlin’,” Adam corrects him, holding back a laugh. Kenny sets the soups in the boys laps and Matt just groans again, pouting at Kenny, looking like he might cry of misery.
“Tell me I’m pretty?” Matt asks, and Adam sees Kenny soften, watches him cup Matt’s face in reverence.
“You are so pretty. Prettiest sick man I’ve ever seen. All the flushing looks so cute on you,” Kenny says softly, brushing Matt’s sweaty hair out of his pallid face. Adam leans down and kisses Nick’s forehead, happy to feel that it’s cooled down.
“What else can we get you?” Adam asks gently, adjusting the ice pack on the back of Nick’s neck. Nick thinks for a moment, then, with half-lidded eyes, he asks,
“Can I see the Dior’s? I want to hold them one last time.”
Adam rubs a hand down his mouth to smooth out the smile, then says,
“Nick baby, you’re not going to die. And I’m not putting shoes on the bed. Come on, how about Kenny and I feed you boys some soup?” With reluctant agreement, Matt and Nick let Kenny and Adam climb into the bed and prop Matt and Nick on their laps, sitting behind them and letting the boys relax back on their chests.
“One more thing?” Nick asks, and the way he turns his pretty blue eyes up at Adam, he can’t help but to nod. “…I love you.”
It’s not asking a lot to take care of the Bucks. Are they dramatic? Yes. Are they high-maintenance? Of course. But for Kenny and Adam, it’s more than worth it.
“Love you,” Adam says softly, and he hugs Nick while Kenny kisses Matt’s sweaty temple.
