Wedding Woes V

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After you quit your job to become a model, Ivar expected you would be out of the house constantly like you always dreamed of being. So why then, were you not? As a husband, he should have asked you why you weren’t doing what you dreamed of doing. In place of care and love, however, he found himself dumbly without words that early morning.He had to stomach his own jealousy of the world seeing the body that should have been for his eyes only. But... it wasn’t just that. It was knowing there were a hundred, no thousands of male models that could do what he couldn’t convince himself to do.

Do what you want, he told you.

That meant to fucking do it. Yet he could smell the freshly brewed coffee and vanilla off of some kind of breakfast pastry floating its way down the hall to his room. Sizzling bacon woke him up and his favourite coffee left him ambling lazily to the kitchen. On the countertop, the remnants of the package of bacon sat just to the left of you.

“Morning.” You say in a voice as if you’ve slept a far bit too long.

Wedding Woes IV

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Back to the fucking psychologist.

“You let her blow you?” Ubbe leans on the front of his desk, curling his hand along the firm edges. This was the moment he was working up to. The progress that brings a smile to his lips like no other. He has been working at this exact moment since he was a young child! Ivar sits in his plush chair in front of the large desk with arms folded in against his jacket.

“Yeah.” Ivar murmurs. He’s been silent this whole session.

“Did you like it?” Ubbe encourages him on.

Ivar turns his head aside, biting down on his lip with crass distaste. “Yeah. It’s a goddamn blowjob. What the fuck do you mean did I like it?” He snaps, leaning up in his seat. A gloomy stain on the warmth of the bright room. Ubbe reaches for his warm coffee, pulling the plug out of the hole.

“I’m gauging.” Ubbe says.

Ivar’s nose scrunches, turning his head off to the side. “Gauging what?” He growls.

“If you’re ready to fuck her.” He sips his black coffee and suddenly, Ivar slouches in his seat. His head hangs.

Wedding Woes III

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A/N: Finally, I know, finally I’ve gotten it done.

“Fuck no.”

Progress on his baby brother was going well, he’d say. For example, at least the statue on his desk wasn’t being pelted at his face. It careened with the wall instead. Ubbe sets his hands on either end of his desk, slowly rising his exhausted eyes to Ivar.

“Allow yourself to be vulnerable.” Ubbe reasons.

“Get fucked, asshole.” Ivar sits up in his chair, pulling his crutch up as if to stand up and march his ass out. If it were any other doctor, they would have led him. Ubbe was different. He straightens out to march around the dimly lit room, slamming the door back shut. He leans in, shaggy brown hair flying every which way from a long day of fighting with Ivar. He’s abandoned his crisp black tie, revealing smooth skin.

“You have to give her incentive to stay.” Ubbe supplies. As cocky as Ivar was, he brought his hands to his chest.

“I’m incentive.” He suggests.

“Not if you won’t do what you should be.”

Ivar hates when Ubbe talks sense.