John Price is confused.
He is confused, because he's home, he's on a long low time, much like the rest of the boys, and he is home with you. You, his spouse, the one he married, for fucks sake, he loves you more than anything. Has been nothing but happy to have you close again, wake up tangled with you, hear your voice and feel your skin against his.
But he can't stop thinking about the others. Can't help it, and he hates it. Those are his men, his friends and...whatever else they were after what they went through together. But he shouldn't be thinking about them when he has you curled up with him.
He really has been going crazy. He's staring at you, seeing you just..be, and he can't help but be somewhat jealous of you. He's older, he knows what people assume of him, what he was taught to be, and being with you already broke enough of those teachings. You were young, proud of who you were, proud of your colors and your flags and any labels, or lack of, you used. And while he had come to learn a few things about himself with you, he still feels...off.
It's not even about them being his men, and more about them not being you. He loves you, he's sure of it, so he can't just be interested in the others like that, because then it would mean he didn't love you..right?
He decided he just missed his team. That after so much time together, being apart left him antsy. You noticed too, how he'd sigh, how he'd longingly stared at something before saying it reminded him of one of them. So you had the idea of the boys spending a few weeks at your and John's house. It was big enough for them all, and you would do anything to see your husband more relaxed. And maybe have some confirmation on your suspicions.
The boys came a few days later. All very happy to be there. They knew you from passing, and they seemed ecstatic to see you too.
John thought that now that the boys were here and he could be sure they were safe, he'd relax, that these weird aches would stop. He was wrong, and he hated it. Because now, instead of feeling normal again, he was even more confused by different feelings.
He wasn't jealous, he is sure, but he couldn't help but feel his heart ache anytime he caught you napping with Kyle, your head on the other man's chest; or cooking with Simon, the behemoth of a man looking extra soft as you'd feed him bites of food and move around each other quietly; or talking with Soap, your legs on the Scot's lap, his sketchbook out as you two talked.
It left him longing, for what? He wasn't sure. He just hated it, because even if you were with him, tangled under the sheets, the feeling just wouldn't go away. Leaving him more and more annoyed as the days went on.
You, however, noticed it all. You weren't as confused as your husband, only because you had been thinking about this for a while already. But seeing it all in front of you just settled it. You'd see the lingering gazes of the boys, the soft touches they shared between each other aswell as you and John. The softness they had with each other. And you saw how John, consciously or not, did the same; watched his sargents and lieutenant with such longing you recognized from when you two started dating. It pulls at your heartstrings, because you see how he frowns after it, looking lost and confused in his own head.
So, after a month of this, you wait until you two are quietly cuddling in bed, everyone asleep, and whisper it. A simple phrase as you nuzzle and kiss at John's neck.
"Love... I think you're in love with your men"
You can't help but giggle when he freezes, you feel the heat on his skin as he flushes, and before he can start talking, you continue.
"And you do know non-monogamous relationships exists..right?"
He's silent, and you don't stop kissing and nuzzling his neck and collarbone until he let's out a heavy breath, hesitant.
"And if..."
He starts, sounding so overwhelmed with what you're implying.
"Hmhm, and I like them, too"
You say quietly. And that just clicks it in his head. As he starts imagining all of you together, his heart aching as he squeezes you.
"Oh.."
