Stretch Marks - Blog Posts
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would love something about one of the cubs being insecure about something and getting comforted by the others!! your writing is so so good, i’m obsessed w everything u post
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Leo took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror, leaning with his hands against the sink. He noticed the flex of his arms, his shoulders, his back and chest. The decision to do a summer bulk had done him good, in terms of gaining muscle. He felt stronger, he looked stronger. But eating in a surplus every day could only be healthy for so long, and it had come with other bodily changes that he hadn't anticipated- some which he wasn't very fond of, either.
He sighed, leaning back to rest against the wall on the other side of the room. His stomach was certainly softer, his abs still poking through, but not as defined. Finn absolutely loved it.
I love your tummy, baby, he had said. Can feel how strong you are underneath, ugh. You drive me crazy.
That had made Leo blush the first time. Finn had just dug his teeth into the flesh of his stomach, leaving a mass of hickeys behind.
Logan, on the other hand, really loved Leo's back. He ran his hands up and down it every chance he got, clung to it when they were in bed together. Leo had had to put lotion on his back multiple times this summer to heal scratches from Logan's nails. Often, too, Logan would request Leo would walk around shirtless in the kitchen when he was chopping, and would sit on a stool and watch.
Allez, Le, shirt off, he would say. It's my favorite show, allez.
Leo would shake his head fondly, but he always complied.
For all the wonderful things bulking had done for his physical performance, he hadn't, however, considered the negative side effects. Pulling up his boxer shorts, he considered the expanse of his inner thighs.
They had appeared a couple of weeks ago, small and purple against his skin. Now, though, they were longer, more defined, and had increased in number. They felt uncomfortable when he ran his fingers over them, as if they were sensitive.
He hadn't let Finn or Logan get too close to his inner thighs in a while. When they had tried, he'd simply flipped them over and gone down on them instead, or claimed he didn't want to be on the receiving end that night, even if his body was shaking with arousal that indicated the contrary. And immediately after, he always, always put his boxers back on. His boys hadn't said anything, but he knew they noticed. He also knew he could only hold out for so long.
“Le, baby!” Finn's voice called from their bedroom. “You coming to bed?”
“Coming, sweetheart!”
Leo took one last look at his thighs and sighed, letting go of his boxers and making his way to their bedroom. Finn was propped up against some pillows, laughing at something Logan, who was on his stomach with his chin on Finn's chest, had said. They both turned when Leo came up, Logan rolling over and spreading his arm out with a smile. “Ici, soleil.”
Leo walked around the bed and tucked himself on Logan's other side. He leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, honey.”
Logan hummed and drew Leo closer. “Ça va? Fish and I were just talking about going to the Hamptons house for a couple days before I have to leave for training camp.”
Leo nodded. “Sounds good.” He threw a leg over Logan's hips, and Finn's hand moved to stroke his calf. “Maybe I can hire a guide and go sea fishing.”
“You can do whatever you want, sunshine,” Finn said. He winked. “I like watching you fish. Very sexy.”
That drew a laugh out of Leo. “Fishing? Really? That's what gets you going?"
Finn shrugged. “Duh. Backwards hat, tan skin, your arm muscles flexing when you catch a big one.” He crawled over Logan to hover over Leo and bit his bicep. “Especially now that you're bigger. Sexy as fuck.”
Leo bit his lip and pushed Finn's hair back. “You're a weird one, O'Hara.”
“He's right,” Logan said. He also bit Leo, but this time where his shoulder and back muscles met near his neck. “Your back looks sexy when you fish.”
“You think my back looks sexy all the time.”
“Ouais, it does.” Logan nudged Leo's jaw to kiss at his neck. “The sexiest back.”
Leo made a soft noise, leaning into it. Finn took that as a cue to kiss him on the mouth, his hands immediately going to caress his stomach. Leo felt heavy against their mattress, one hand wrapped around Logan's bicep, the other cupping Finn's jaw. Both his boys could kiss filthily when they wanted, well practiced in taking him apart with their mouths as quickly as possible. He gasped for air when Finn broke their kiss and began to kiss down his body. Logan turned his jaw to kiss him as Finn ran his lips down Leo's heaving chest and stomach. Leo was lost, unaware of anything, until Finn reached the band of his underwear, hands coming to wrap around his legs, hands working their way towards his thighs-
Leo sat up abruptly, sucking in a breath and unsettling Finn and Logan from their places against his body. He pushed to sit up against the pillows in a sudden movement. Logan looked a bit taken aback; Finn looked mildly frustrated. Their expressions made Leo sink back into himself.
“Sorry,” he whispered, eyes going to where his hands were fiddling in his lap. “Sorry.”
“Okay, Leonardo,” Finn said. He gripped Leo's chin between two fingers to look at him directly. His eyebrows were raised. “What's going on?”
Leo bit the inside of his cheek.
“Soleil,” Logan whispered. He tugged on Leo’s arm gently, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “What's wrong, mon amour?”
Leo just chewed his cheek, eyes darting around the room.
“Baby.” Finn's voice was gentle, but firm. “Baby, look at me.” He kissed Leo gently. “We don’t have to do anything, alright. Just tell us what's wrong.”
Leo thumped his head back against the headboard. “I'm so sorry. It's- it's so stupid.”
“Non, non, it's not, Le.” Logan brushed some curls back from his face. Seemingly without knowing it, his hand dropped to Leo's inner thigh. Leo jerked away again; Logan looked really freaked out this time. “Leo.”
“Okay, this isn't working,” Finn said. He took Leo's hands in his own. “How about I tell you what's going on in my head, okay nutter butter? Is that okay?”
Leo nodded, resting into the fingers Logan was scratching into his scalp. “Mm hm.”
“Okay,” Finn began. “To me, it feels like you haven't let us touch you in ages.”
Leo raised his eyebrows at him. “You know that's not true.”
He could tell Finn was frustrated, but Finn didn't comment on his snark. “No, not the way we like to, baby. You- you won't let us… you won't let us have you, baby.” He sighed, watching as Logan kissed Leo's temple gently. His eyes were a bit sad when they met Leo's again. “Which is fine, that's totally fine, we will never do anything you don't want. I just…” Finn's ears were red now. “We know you like it, Le.” He brushed their noses together. “We know your body inside and out. We know what you like.” His breath was hot against Leo's cheek, and Leo's eyes fluttered closed at Finn's words. “We know when you've been denying yourself, sweetheart.”
“Oui,” Logan agreed. “And you won't let us touch your thighs, mon coeur.” He sighed a little dreamily. “Mon endroit préféré. One of my favorite places to be, chérie.”
“Please tell us what's wrong, Le,” Finn pleaded. “Please, baby.”
Leo took a shaky breath, sitting himself up. “You can't laugh. Or- or judge, okay?”
Their brows furrowed, but they both nodded. Slowly, carefully, Leo grasped the edge of his boxers and pulled them up. The lines were now exposed, bumpy where the tip of his pointer finger brushed his skin. He flinched slightly, but steeled himself, watching as confusion washed over Finn and Logan's faces.
Finn clucked his tongue. “All I'm seeing are my favorite pair of legs.”
“What about Lo's?”
Finn scoffed. “I can have two favorite pairs of legs, that's how this relationship works. I get two of everything, that's the whole point.” His eyes dropped back to Leo's thighs. “I still, however, have yet to find anything wrong with this particular pair. Seriously, Leo, what's wrong?”
Logan, however, leaned in, touching Leo's knuckles where they were curled against the fabric of his underwear. He looked up at Leo with wide green eyes and full, parted lips. “Soleil. Are you talking about these?”
Leo chewed his lip and nodded.
Finn bent to look where his fingers were brushing. He jerked his head back, confused. “Stretch marks? That's what you're worried about?”
“Don't say it like that-”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, Le, baby.” Finn ran his hands up Leo's sides. “Well, it's just- loads of us have them.”
“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “Rouge has them on his shoulders. And I've…” He turned bright red. “Well, I've got them…”
Finn's smile was sharp with his teeth. “On your ass. I'm very familiar with those.” He reached around to pat Logan's butt firmly. “But seriously, Le, it's okay. You're gorgeous always, sunshine, stretch marks are nothing.”
“They just show how strong you are,” Logan said, kissing along Leo's neck. “All for us.”
Leo took a deep breath. “Right, but yours aren't like mine. Yours are… white, faded. Mine are…” He scoffed through his nose, eyes a little warm. “They're purple. And they feel weird. And I don't- I don't feel sexy with them.”
“Woah.” Finn held a hand up. “Hold the fucking phone. No talking about our favorite body like that.”
Logan tugged his hair to draw him into a filthy kiss. “You're so sexy, mon coeur.” He was breathing shakily, as if his own words were too much for him. “So fucking sexy.”
Leo groaned, eyes falling closed. “Lo.”
“Sh, soleil,” Logan hushed. “Can I touch?”
Leo opened his eyes, running a finger down Logan's cheek as Logan brought his hand down to rest on his inner thigh. His thumb stroked slowly as his lips rested against Leo's forehead. Leo felt his body shaking with the closeness.
“Fuck,” Finn breathed. “Leo, can I?”
Leo let out a small sound from the back of his throat as he nodded. Finn brought his hand down, too, palm cupping over every single mark. Their hands on him felt like a deliverance of some sort, or a relief. He watched apprehensively as they continued to caress his skin, not looking for anything more; just touching.
“Oh,” Finn said. He sounded worked up, throat tight. “Baby, can I?”
“What?” Leo asked.
“Just- I have to-’ Finn let out a huff, then flopped down in between Leo's legs, looping his hands underneath and around his thighs. He rested his chin just above Leo's boxer band. His eyes were brown and yearning. “Please. Please, baby, please.”
“Okay,” Leo whispered. “Yes, okay.”
Immediately, Finn ducked his chin to suck at the soft skin of Leo's inner thigh, his tongue brushing over each mark as he went. Logan and Leo both were mesmerized watching him, until Logan scooted himself down to lay by Finn's side. Without removing his mouth, Finn shifted over. Both of his boys looking up at him had Leo still, incapable of moving even if he wanted.
“Soleil,” Logan said lowly. “Je le veux. Please?”
Leo nodded and threaded his hands in both their hair. He felt weighed down against the pillows, their mouths warm and wet against the marks. He felt a scrape of Finn's teeth, Logan's hand coming up to push down against his chest. Tears pricked at the edge of his vision with the intimacy. Their mouths were growing a bit frantic against his skin, and Finn actually pulled away for a second to drag his body further down the bed, Leo falling suddenly against their mattress and pillows. He let out a gasp, which made Logan groan, the vibrations running acutely up Leo's thighs. Finn and Logan both slowed their kisses until they were just soft, close-mouthed pecks. Leo sighed, gazing up at the ceiling.
“Ça va?” Logan asked. He pushed himself to hover over Leo's body, kissing him firmly on the mouth.
Leo hummed into his mouth, pulling him down to his body. Logan nestled his face into Leo’s neck where it belonged. “Ça va.”
“Oui, baguette,” Finn contributed, shifting to lay by Leo's side. His palm was still rubbing Leo's inner thigh. “Feel good, baby?”
“Feel good.” Leo touched their temples together. “Thank you.”
“You already know we're happy to do that anytime, sunshine.” Finn jerked his head. “But you should take a look at your thighs. Yikes.”
Leo laughed, getting his elbows under him to push himself and Logan into a sitting position. Logan shifted to look, too. He blinked hard. “Mon Dieu.” He looked, alarmed, at Finn. “Did we do that?”
Finn kissed his cheek sloppily. “Sure did. Had a blast, too.” He turned to Leo. “Whatcha think, Le?”
Leo peered around Logan’s body to take a closer look. To anyone else, the marks would seem, admittedly, obscene, dark purple hickeys with teeth marks filling in the gaps between his stretch marks. But they just made Leo smile. “Not too bad.”
Finn scoffed. “‘Not too bad.’ I'll have you know I sucked the life out of your blood vessels.”
Logan winced. “Rouge, non.”
Finn cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He crawled over to kneel up beside Logan, who met his challenging gaze. Finn bent to get at his neck. “I have it on good authority that you like it when I suck the life out of your blood vessels.”
“He's right, honey,” Leo whispered. He also jutted his chin out to place his lips on Logan's neck. “You can't resist a little suction.”
Finn pulled off with a wet sound to laugh, body shaking hard. Leo settled against the pillows once more, satisfied, as Logan's smile filled his vision. Logan huffed, but wiggled himself down to hide his face in Leo’s neck once more.
Finn's laughter settled, and he came to rest beside Leo once more, hand playing with his curls. “Le, baby, seriously. I don't want you to think that anything could be embarrassing about your body.” He kissed Leo's forehead. “We think you're so sexy no matter what, okay? We love you so much.”
“Ouais,” Logan said from his place under Leo's jaw. “We love you, mon coeur.” He bit at Leo's shoulder. “You're sexy always.”
That made Finn's eyes flash briefly before his gaze softened again. He brushed his thumb over Leo's lip. “Do you want to…?”
Leo shook his head. “Not tonight. Too tired.” He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I feel floaty.”
Logan snorted against his skin. “D'accord. But you'll let us? Because we want you.”
Leo dipped his nose into Logan's hair and looked up to Finn. “Tomorrow? We could take a picnic dinner to that hill just outside the city. Make out under the sunset.”
Finn waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”
Leo blushed. “You know what then.”
Finn looked giddy. “I do.” He threw a leg over their bodies and snuggled right in. “Yay. Yay, let's go to sleep. So we can wake up sooner.”
“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Ouais.” He let out a warm snuffle against Leo's neck. “Je t'aime.”
Leo relaxed back into the pillows, the places where his boys had left marks aching in a good way against his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to each of their heads. They were warm against him, almost too warm, but he would never want to be further than this from them. “Love you. Love you, love you, love you.”