A Himbo and His Husband

A small slightly NSFW piece for my dearest Beth Hankel. Enjoy you glorious bean!

Most nights weren’t awful, some good some bad, but overall nothing Matt couldn’t handle. He was big enough usually to deter anyone from starting a fight, or getting too cocky or even argue when he’d advised them they’d had too much, despite their many protests. 

But after the shitshow at his bar that night he was just ready to crawl into bed with his husband and furbabies and hide for at least a week. No one should have had to deal with some bigoted Hero spouting how good he was at everything and then proceed to act like a victim when called out on his bullshit by the patrons and the bartender. 

Things only had escalated from there. 

And thankfully Matt had many friends attending the bar that night that not only put the idiot in his place but literally threw him out. By literally, he witnessed a woman of a very tiny height physically lift the jerk off his feet, hoist him over her shoulder, and launch him into the street before dusting her hands on her pants, and heading back inside.

Matt never underestimated the power of petite women and was more than grateful for her. 

Even so the jerk and the fight had placed him in such a foul mood, that the temptation to request a week off tugged at his thoughts. If he did though he’d have a week with no tips, no snarky interactions, no seeing his regulars for a week. Truly he did enjoy his work, though nights with jerks and bar fights had often set him in a terrible mood. 

When he returned home that night at around 3 AM, he wanted nothing more than to kick off his shoes, slip into a comfy sweatshirt and curl up in the cushy bed he shared with his husband.  

Of course when he did enter the door, he was greeted by their child Franklin, who twined himself around his ankles as he was removing his shoes. He chirped and mewed loudly in the quiet house as if to say “daddy you’re home! Love me!” 

“You’ll wake Dean,” Matt grumbled before leaning down and scooping him in his arm with a single hand and gave him some chin scritchers, eliciting purrs and nips on his hand from his small furry child. Franklin contentedly rubbed up against Matt’s hand as he trudged slowly through the house toward the bedroom before depositing him on the suspiciously empty bed. 

Great…no Dean to snuggle with. It wasn’t like him to not be in bed when Matt got home after a late shift. Though it was rare when the man was up smoking on the back patio…

Matt groaned, Franklin mewed, and Matt scratched his ears lightly before stripping to his undershirt and boxers before pulling on a large comfy sweatshirt and loose sweatpants before slipping his large feet into house slippers. 

Though he felt a bite at his foot, likely from Door, as a sign of “feed me father I hunger” or “You’re not my real dad”, Matt groaned shaking his head as her glowing green eyes glared up at him. He just shook his foot at her which she attacked with glee before he snatched it away and headed towards the back patio, finding a dim light glowing out back. 

Likely Dean, but in case Matt was ready to punch an intruder as he crept outside. 

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found his husband out back lounging on their cushioned bench they deemed the ‘Smoke bench’ when they had moved in. True to its namesake Dean leaned back with a cigarette between his lips and a half lidded sleepy look on his face. 

Matt didn’t need to utter a word before finding his spot on the bench beside Dean and snuggle against him, burying his face into the shorter man’s neck. Dean in turn removed the cigarette from his lips and wrapped his arm around the larger man. 

“Baby boy, what’s wrong.” He asked before setting the cigarette in the built in ashtray on the armrest of the bench. 

“Nnnnn…” Matt groaned. 

“Rough night?” Dean cooed, threading his fingers through the soft chestnut locks on Matt’s head. 

“Mmmhmmm…” Matt grunted as she shifted to snuggle even more against him. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“…Not really…” 

“Fine fine sweetheart. You don’t have to tell me now.” Dean began massaging gentle circles at the nape of Matt’s neck and up into his hair to soothe him. “You can sulk here all you want and I’ll be right here. Promise.” he emphasised that last word with a kiss at the top of Matt’s head.

“Mmmkay….” Matt grumbled shifting to get a bit more comfortable against his husband. Dean chuckled as she adjusted with Matt, not once removing his hand from stroking the bartender’s hair. Even after a long night shift Matt somehow managed to keep his hair so soft and fluffy like he;d just dried it after a shower. Even with the mild scent of sweat and hair cream, Dean could still catch the scents of citrus orange shampoo beneath it all. Matt had a way of making it work and making it smell good. 

“If it makes you feel better I read a news story of some pint sized hero literally throw an idiot bloke into a dumpster…Didn’t think journalists were out that late.” Dean commented. 

“Uuuuughhhh…that idiot hero…” Matt groaned pulling away and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Swear to god If I see him in my bar again…” 

“Wait wait, She threw him out of YOUR bar?!” Dean raised his volume loud enough to where he set off a chain of asshole dogs barking in the neighborhood. He made a rude gesture towards the backyard as if he were sending it to those dogs but quickly turned his attention back to Matt. The bigger man nodded with a groan. 

“Yeah…Melodika tossed him out….thankfully…but man with how he was insulting pros and literally trying to get laid…it was painful and aggravating to watch…” He explained before leaning against Dean. “Can we…can we just go to bed…please?”

“Thank god tomorrow is your night off…” Dean muttered, “Come on baby boy.” he urged as he stood to his feet. “Let’s get to bed. I’ll make you feel so much better.” Dean rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of Matt with a cheeky grin upon his face.

“I can’t help but think you’ve got something tantalizing up your sleeve.” Matt commented. 

“When do I not love.” Dean chuckled as she assisted Matt in rising from the bench, turned him toward the door into the house and patted the taut round buttocks. “Get your tight ass inside.” 

Having Dean flirt and compliment him brought a smile to Matt’s face. While exhausted he was eager to see what the other man had in store. 

He expected rough hard sex but before they went to bed, Dean took a tender tone with Matt making sure to kiss him delicately, trailing kisses along his body, using soft touches and sweet phrases to remind Matt how amazing he was, how sexy he was, how perfect he was, and how he was the best thing that had happened to Dean. Each phrase punctuated with kisses or nuzzles. 

And the lovemaking after. Dean ensured Matt was okay when he laid him down, when he slowly mounted the bigger man and rode him all the while praising Matt for everything he was. Showering him with touches, kisses and praises from his lips as he rode his husband to completion, while Matt stroked and touched him to his finish.

In their afterglow, the sweat cooled, Matt snuggled up against Dean, hand gently brushing over the salt and pepper chest hair on tanned skin. He sighed contentedly, eyes now half lidded tugged byt he draw of sleep. 

“Thank’s love.” He mumbled. 

“Anything for you baby boy.” Dean purred, pressing a soft kiss to Matt’s forehead. “Get some sleep.” 

“Mmm…Love you…” Matt mumbled, eyes finally giving into the draw of sleep as he relaxed against his beloved. 

“Love you too.” Dean whispered, a smile playing across his lips as he soon drifted into sleep afterwards.