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Bron's been acting weird. Well, weirder than normal, Seth supposes. Seth's going around their hotel room, grabbing everything he forgot to pack last night. He's flying home today, back to go see his boys, and he couldn't be happier. However, as he's grabbing his shampoo out of the hotel shower, Bron is just sitting on his bed, pouting. He has a slight frown on his face, and he's barely spoken at all. The most he did was a huff of thanks when Seth brought him breakfast this morning. They ate together, Bron leaning against the older man, but he immediately got up and plopped down on his bed after he was done. Seth's not sure what he's done to upset him, and his confusion is clear on his face as he fishes a stray pair of socks out from under his bed.
“Are you ok dude?”
Bron grunts, looking down as he starts to fiddle with the bottom of his sweatpants. Bron's completely packed all of his bags, but he hasn't talked about any plans he has, or where he's going. Seth shuffles over, putting his hand on Bron's leg.
“Bron? Man?”
Bron tenses at the name, and turns around so he's not facing Seth. Seth sighs, and squeezes Bron's leg gently.
“Pup?”
There's a moment of silence, and Seth worries that he's read the situation wrong, but then the younger man turns around to look at him, the frown back on his face. He looks less angry now, and more sad, like his lip is going to start wobbling any second. Seth clicks his tongue and reaches up to scratch at Bron's beard. He continues until Bron grumbles and smiles slightly, and Seth smiles back.
“You wanna tell me what's wrong?”
The younger man mumbles something, and Seth's eyebrows furrow.
“You what?”
“I don't want you to leave me!” Bron snaps. His voice is angry, but he immediately regrets it, shame flashing over his face as he looks away from seth. The edges of his ears are bright red, and he mutters an apology for snapping. Seth frowns, and he's silent for a moment while he thinks. They might be a bit hesitant at first, but he knows his boys won't be mad if he brings Bron home, plus, Dean would probably be ecstatic to finally get that puppy he's been asking for for months, even if he's technically a man. Seth hesitates before he speaks up.
“Would you like to come with me?”
Bron snaps his head around so hard it makes Seth wince, the younger man's eyes wide.
“Serious?”
“Of course I'm being serious, pup.” Seth reaches up to scratch at the other's beard again. “You should come home with me, to my boys.”
Bron stares at him a bit before he nods, leaning forward to bump his head against Seth's, and let out a little yip of excitement. Seth chuckles, and pats his back.
“We have to get going though, I'll buy you a ticket on the way over but we need time for TSA. Fucking hate TSA.” Seth grumbles the last bit, and he sees the younger man smile at it. Bron separates from him with a whine, getting off the bed to gather his bags and change. Seth shuffles back over to the bed, reaching back under it to get his socks.
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Seth hates airports. He loves crowds, but the crowd inside of an airport? He would honestly give anything to not be here right now. But Bron is by his side as they trudge through the TSA line. That may have been a mistake though, because Seth is currently leaning against a wall, rubbing his temple as he watches Bron try to explain to an agent why his chew toy is not an explosive device. He's calling it his dog's, obviously, and Seth is very worried that he's going to have to stop the younger man from Steiner Reclining the annoying agent. Eventually, he makes it through, and he carries his bag over to Seth, shoving the toy into one of the outside pockets with an annoyed huff.
“Maybe put the puppy stuff in the check in bag next time?”
Bron looks up at him and rolls his eyes. “Was just a rope.”
Seth chuckles and gently taps the other's bag with his foot, motioning towards their gate. “We need to go, I do not want to have to run through an airport please.”
They start to walk, and Bron tugs at the other's sleeve, until he holds his hand out for Bron to grab. They walk together, hand in hand, to their gate.
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“Honies I'm hooooome!” Seth's voice rings out in the house in a sing songy tone, bouncing off the walls of the living room. He just sets down his duffel bag on the edge of the couch when he hears the rush of footsteps coming towards him, and he suddenly has an armful of Dean, Roman standing next to them.
“Daddy!” Dean smiles up at him, clearly little, as he sways back and forth in his arms. “You're home!”
Seth chuckles, reaching an arm out to grab at Roman and pull him into the hug. “I am!”
Bron feels like he's intruding, but he doesn't say anything, standing in front of the doorway. The other two haven't noticed him, and he awkwardly shuffles his feet where he's standing. He can't fully hear what they're talking about, just hushed mutters, but he can pick out a lot of ‘I love you's and ‘welcome home's. He's been standing there for what feels like a few minutes, clutching his bag tightly, when Seth clears his throat, waving in Bron's direction.
“And I brought a friend!”
They all turn to look at Bron, and Roman's eyes narrow while Dean's lights up.
“Hello!” Bron can't even blink before Dean is standing in front of him, holding his arms out to get a hug. “I'm Dean!”
The younger man nods, reaching out to gently hug him. Dean however, wraps his arms around his and squeezes, laughing while doing so. When Bron tilts his head to scratch his beard against the side of Dean's face, Dean lets out a screech of delight, whirling his head around to face the other two men in the room. Roman is still glaring, but he's fiddling with the edge of his shirt, leaning against Seth.
“He's our puppy right now, baby. You've gotta be extra careful with him, it's like he's little.” Seth smiles softly and Dean gasps, turning back around to pat at Bron's head. When the younger man makes a happy growly noise at the action, Dean's face breaks into a wide smile, and he does it again.
“Rome, look!”
“I see.” Roman's voice is standoffish, and Seth's glad that Dean is too preoccupied with the pup to notice his exact tone. Seth frowns and turns to the Samoan, his eyebrows furrowed together.
“Are you ok?”
“Fine.”
“Ro-”
“I said I'm fine!” Roman snaps, and Seth actually takes a step back. The sudden volume of his voice makes the other two look over, and Dean hums, pointing at Rome with an accusatory finger.
“He little too daddy. Jus didn wan me to say cause he takin care of me.”
“Dean!” Roman's voice is whiny, and it's honestly a surprise that Seth didn't catch this sooner. The silence, the glaring, the fiddling with his clothes. He just wanted Seth's attention. He clicks his tongue and wraps his arms around the Samoan, pulling him towards his chest.
“Aw baby, it's ok to be little, no one's mad.”
Roman whines and clutches the fabric of the other's shirt. “M sorry daddy.”
“Don't apologize.” He strokes a hand through Roman's long hair, smiling when it makes the man sigh and melt into his eyes. “I get it baby.”
Dean puts his hand in Bron's, dragging him forward so that they can practically lean on Seth and Roman, and Dean uses his free hand to pat Roman's face. Bron doesn't say anything, but he moves forward slowly so that he can rub their beards together, and Roman smiles softly.
“Thank you puppy.” The Samoan's voice is soft, almost shy, and Bron smiles back at him. They sit there for a bit, wrapped around Roman until he pulls back, clearing his throat. “Wanna watch cartoons?”
“YES!” Dean shouts, even though the question is aimed at Bron.
They wait until the youngest man nods, and Seth lets them go, chuckling as he watches them practically drag him towards their couch. Seth looks down at their bags and rolls his eyes, grabbing as much as he can to shuffle it to their room. They'll figure out where Bron is going to sleep later, but for now he puts his bags in the room too. He rummages through the outside pockets until he finds the rope toy, holding it behind his back as he walks back out to his boys. Dean and Roman are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but still close enough to hold each other's arms over the back of the couch. Bron is lying curled up between them, his head in Dean's lap, legs in Roman's. Seth chuckles at the sight, because Bron's eyes are fluttering shut at the feeling of Dean scratching at his scalp and Roman petting at his legs.
“Hey, pup.”
Bron opens his eyes and tilts his head up, whining when the motion makes Dean stop. Seth pulls the toy out from behind his back, and the younger man's eyes light up. Bron smiles, and Seth tosses it gently on the couch, stifling a laugh when it hits their pup in the face. He doesn't care though, just moves his head until he can bite down on the toy without using his hands. He lays there, toy clutched in his jaw, and he butts his head against Dean's stomach until he continues the scratching. His eyes go back to the TV as he gently chews on the rope, intently watching whatever his boys put on. He thinks it's the Australian dog one, he's gotten better at remembering their names, but that one always escapes him. He smiles at the three on the couch, all snuggled up with each other, Roman and Dean softly muttering to each other, and he can feel something warm settle in his stomach. He walks towards the kitchen to figure something out for dinner, even though he'll probably just order out because there's four of them, a smile across his face and love twisting around in his chest.