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Michael Holt is one to notice things out of the ordinary, especially when it comes to his husband, Guy Gardner.

Michael is neat and organized. He takes everything he sees into consideration, especially during missions when it involves saving the city (or the world, sometimes). Everything on his computer is neat, and every bit of important information the T-Spheres pick up on is sorted accordingly. Noticing comes natural to Michael, and this small thing also applies to his teammates. He notices how Kendra acts when she is bored and how Rex speaks when he talks about his son. Though, the person he seems to notice the most is Guy. Well, it makes sense, they've been married for years, so why would he not notice something different about him? The only issue? Guy always behaves the same, so what Michael does pick up on is his body.

The first time he notices something different is when he, Guy, Kendra, and Rex arrive back to the Hall of Justice after a mission that had lasted too long. They were all pretty beat up and tired, and the second they get inside, Kendra hobbles over to the chair she has claimed as her own, collapsing into it with a sigh. Rex announces that he is going to his room to cool off, then go spend time with baby Joey. Guy makes a noise of acknowledgement before taking off the vest part of his uniform, and that is when Michael notices something different: Guy's body. Sure, a man can check his husband out, but what he sees almost makes him stop in his mental tracks.

Guy's uniform is looking oddly tight. Yeah, Guy has always been chubby, Michael has seen it. The man's body is soft, despite the muscle he has gotten from training and battling over the years. Guy's belt hugs his waist a bit tighter, most likely due to him not wanting to acknowledge that he has gained weight. His pants, which have always seemed a bit taut, hug his rear and thighs tighter than normal. Michael can see the material straining to keep it all contained, and he is slightly amazed at how his pants have not ripped yet, especially with all the fighting.

Swallowing thickly, Michael barely hears when Guy yells to them about going to take a shower, followed by a groan of tired agreement from Kendra. Quickly, Michael situates himself at his desk, booting up his computer and trying to act as normal as possible. However, it is just his luck that Kendra notices that he is acting off. He can feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull just moments after his computer turns on, and he knows she can sense something off about him. Maybe she saw the way his gaze was lingering on Guy's stomach, or maybe how he nearly tripped when getting into his chair. Either way, she notices something, and he does not like it.

A few moments of silence stretch between Kendra and Michael, and it only takes a minute before it is broken. "What's up with you?" There it is.

Reasonably, Michael cannot tell her what is wrong with him. He cannot ask something stupid along the lines of 'hey, did you see how tight Guy's clothes were?' or 'would it be normal to notice that Guy might be gaining weight and that I really like it on him?'. She would kill him on the spot after yelling at him about his attraction to Guy and how confused she is that he likes him. He knows she would be even more confused about their marriage, but that is a conversation for a later date. Right now, Michael is trying a little too hard to both look normal and try not to think about Guy's chubbier cheeks and newly plump stomach.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Michael answers, looking over at Kendra. She has a concerned look on her face, like a detective. One of her brows is quirked upwards, while her lips are pulled in a straight line, like she knows he is lying.

"If you say so." She shrugs, uncertainty lacing her tone, a sign that she has dropped her investigation for now, but is still clearly onto Michael.

This pattern of noticing goes on for the next few days.

Pants and shorts that normally had fit Guy well are now tight, and Michael can see him tugging at his shirt when it rides up over his stomach. His husband's cheeks have gotten the tiniest bit chubbier as well, and when Guy takes his clothes off to get changed while Michael is in the same room, he can faintly see new stretch marks on his hips and thighs. If Guy notices him staring, he has surprisingly not commented on it (yet).

Each time Michael notices Guy, he finds that he loses control of his train of thought, and it gets worse each time. He is imagining things that he was not even aware that he was into in the first place, but each time those dirty thought come up, he waves them away, not wanting them to spiral and make him lose focus on his work. However, it seems that every time he does get lost in these thoughts, Guy notices, because of course he does. But, somehow, Michael does not know that he knows.

Guy catches him staring multiple times over the next few days, seeing those brown eyes lingering on his body before going back to his work. He finds it amusing, but he knows something is up with the man. Sure, he frequently catches Michael staring at him, but not this often. To add on, he cannot see exactly what parts of him are being stared at, which adds to the rather odd mystery of what has captivated his husband's attention for days on end with no rest in between. However, all of this comes to a head only a few days later.

Guy and Michael are playfully bickering about one thing or another as they walk through the empty Hall of Justice. The night sky is visible through the massive windows, but the lights are still on in the Hall. Though, like all their bickering, it eventually escalates, usually started by Guy. He starts playfully shoving Michael, the both of them laughing as they kiss. Due to them being alone, Michael does not bother to wipe off the black lipstick stains that appear on Guy's face and neck with every kiss, and he can tell Guy loves it.

As the two men kiss and bump against one another, still laughing and joking, it somehow ends up with Guy cornering Michael against a wall. Michael makes a small noise when his back hits the surface, but is still smiling, looking at his husband with gleaming eyes. Though, when Guy steps closer to him, pressing his own body slightly against his, Michael feels his face heat up.

Guy's stomach is firmly pressed against his own, and he can feel the softness of it through his clothes. Michael feels how it slightly squishes when placed against his own body, and with a hitch in his breath, he swiftly takes advantage of the situation. Michael's hands firmly place themselves on Guy's hips, holding him just below the belt. At the contact, he feels the man's slight hip dips, as well as the curve of his rear. He can also feel how tight Guy's pants are on him, hugging the skin underneath and straining the material. At the sudden contact, Michael feels Guy go still, looking down at his husband's hands curiously.

After a moment of studying Michael's hand placement, Guy looks up to meet the man's eyes, seeing how his cheeks are tinted slightly red from embarrassment (and most likely arousal). At that moment, a wave of understanding comes over Guy, and experimentally, he presses himself against Michael more firmly. When he does that, he hears his husband let out an involuntary moan, something short but full of pleasure. He can feel the beginnings of arousal from between Michael's legs poking at one of his thighs, and at the contact, Guy grins and gently rubs his thigh against the man.

"Fuck you." Michael responds, biting back a low groan at the pleasure. His cock throbs as it thickens with blood, getting heavy between his legs.

Guy smiles, shuffling impossibly closer to Michael and pressing his whole torso against his husband's. "I know you want to, but you gotta wait, honey." He says, and at the nickname, Michael huffs. However, his annoyance does not last for long, as he soon feels Guy's lips on his sensitive neck, which causes him to dig his fingers into the man's plush butt. In response to the sudden squeeze, Guy lets out a soft, breathy moan, which makes Michael's stomach do flips.

As the two men kiss and mark one another, Guy is slowly making his way towards his bedroom in the Hall of Justice, Michael following him, walking a bit awkwardly due to the apparent hardness between his legs. They stumble as they walk, wanting to stay close to one another. Michael does not seem to keen on removing his hands from Guy's plump body, sticking to his husband like glue as they enter his room. Once inside, Guy closes and locks the door behind them, then quickly returns to kissing Michael. Due to them finally being in private, Guy starts to undress Michael as well.

The second Michael feels Guy start to strip him of his clothes, he reciprocates, taking off that heavy vest that Guy wears, followed by wrestling with his belt. When getting an article of clothing off, it drops to the floor heavily, and soon enough, both men are left in their underwear. Though, the second the final clothing item comes off of Guy, Michael cannot help but stare.

Sure, he has caught glimpses of Guy's body when he first noticed the gain in weight, but due to how busy they have been with fighting crime and monsters, the two have barely gotten any downtime aside from right now. However, with all the crime stopping, Guy should have been gaining muscle, but Michael is certainly not complaining. He swallows, taking in his husbands form. Guy's thighs have gotten softer, pale stretch marks lining the inside of them. Those stretch marks travel up to the man's hips and plush stomach, and they also line the insides of his arms and around his chest.

Greedily, as soon as Guy's skin is exposed, Michael takes off his own gloves and grabs at the soft fat of his husband's sides. Despite Michael getting rather handsy, Guy manages to strip him fully, both of them now naked. Michael's erection is already prominent, the head of it poking Guy's underbelly absentmindedly. Repeatedly, Guy leans in to kiss Michael's face, mumbling teasing words to the man under his breath. Eventually, their lips lock, something hot and wet. As they kiss, they stumble into bed, the mattress creaking under their collective weight.

Despite falling, they continue to kiss. Michael feels all over his husband, mentally coming to terms with the fact that he likes Guy like this; plump and soft. He has never thought about Guy's body like this before. Hell, Michael did not question his possible attraction to fatter men until this moment. Curse Guy for making him question himself like this. Michael can practically feel Guy's lips forming his typical smug smile as they kiss, like he can read his thoughts.

When the two men part from one another, Guy's mouth is shiny with spit and coated with smudged black lipstick from Michael. Unconsciously, Michael has moved one of his hands to Guy's rear, pressing his fingers against the supple surface and gently squeezing. "Feel something you like?" Guy asks, his tone deep and sultry, and Michael's hand on Guy's ass tightens its grip.

"Yeah," Michael replies, moving himself to be impossibly closer to his husband, leaning in so his lips are right next to his ear. "Sit on me." The moment Michael says that, he squeezes Guy's ass harder, and the man's eyes widen at both the words and the feeling of his butt being squished.

"E-Excuse me?" Guy asks, that smug smile turning into something nervous. "I mean, I don't want to crush y-"

Before Guy can finish his sentence, Michael brings another hand up to Guy's chest, his thumb tracing over his top surgery scars before pressing against one of his nipples, watching the fat of his chest squish underneath his touch. "That's the damn point, Gardner." When Michael releases Guy's pec, it wobbles gently back into place, and Guy seems to finally understand what Michael is talking about.

Eagerly, the two men reposition themselves to be more comfortable. Michael moves onto his back, now resting his head on a few pillows. As he moves, Michael finally realizes how hard he is, his cock resting heavy between his legs, leaking small droplets of precum with each twitch. The moment Michael is settled, Guy mounts him, straddling the man, but not putting his full weight on him yet. Because of this, Michael can now also see how turned on his husband is.

Guy is flushed red between his legs, his wetness lightly coating the inner sides of his thick thighs, along with his coarse pubic hair. Sticking out from between his folds is his t-dick, thick and swollen with arousal. At the sight of it, Michael swallows, moving his hands to run up and down Guy's thighs. Curiously, his hands wander to Guy's stomach, his fingers feeling over the newfound chubbiness of his midsection. At the feeling of Michael touching him, Guy shudders out a moan, his body twitching from sensitivity. He feels Michael tracing over his stretch marks and the curve of his belly, gently urging him to get closer and actually sit on his face.

Grabbing onto the headboard of their bed, Guy slowly sinks down onto Michael's face, and the moment his tongue meets his t-dick, he tosses his head back and moans out loud. At the contact, Guy shivers, his thighs wobbling and pressing against both sides of Michael's head. Michael can feel the pressure, as well as the fat of Guy's body rippling with each movement as he slowly begins to thrust into his mouth. Michael takes his time with suckling on Guy's rather fat cock, but after a few moments, he stops and slowly moves to lap at Guy's folds, causing the man to start shallowly humping his face.

As Michael eats out Guy, his hands wander his husband's body. They feel up and down his thick sides, squishing and prodding at his newfound chubbiness. His hands caress his plump belly and fondle his thick butt. Kendra complained a few weeks ago about how Guy mentioned his ass being 'too flat' in an interview with a hero by the name of Peacemaker, but Michael does not understand how the hell his husband came up with that conclusion. Even before the weight gain, Guy's ass has always been fat, emphasized by the tight pants he wears for his uniform.

The thought of Guy gaining more weight pops into his head, but before he can dwell on it for too long, he pushes it aside and goes back to focusing on his husband. Due to the thick thighs around his head, Michael can barely hear Guy's moaning and words of encouragement, but he knows he is doing it. Words occasionally slip through, prodding him for more and telling him that he's doing a good job. Occasionally, when a certain spot of Guy's is hit, his legs twitch and he squishes Michael's head between them more. The added pressure of Guy's thighs around his head makes Michael's own neglected cock throb, precum leaking from the tip onto his lower stomach.

Aside from between his legs, Michael takes note of how sensitive Guy's stomach is. When he feels over the soft skin, he can feel how he gets more vocal and twitchy. If he were not between Guy's legs at the moment, Michael would be sucking marks and pressing kisses to his husband's belly.

Guy's hands are twitching as they grip the headboard, and eventually, one comes down to rest on the top of Michael's head, feeling over his hair gently, a soft encouragement to keep doing what he is doing. Guy has never done something like this, but he is enjoying it. Michael licking into him as he humps his face, his t-dick throbbing as it nudges against his husband's face with each desperate thrust. Guy knows he is leaking all over Michael's face, and by the end of it, his folds and cock will be stained black from Michael's lipstick, but he finds himself uncaring. Hell, he finds it really hot, actually. He makes a mental note to himself to look at the wet mess later before washing it all off.

"Ngh… That's it, Mike- ooh-" Guy moans, the feeling of Michael's tongue inside of him and his hands on his body slowly bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. "C'mon, I don't wanna be the only o-one- hnn- having fun here." As he says that, Guy lets go of the headboard and reaches behind himself, his fingers slowly moving to wrap around Michael's cock. At the contact, Guy feels the virbations of his husband's moaning hit his folds, as well as how his cock thickens from contact.

Slowly, Guy begins to work his husband's cock. His strokes are gentle, timed with each wet and sloppy thrust. It starts off a bit rough, as there is no lube on Guy's hand, but Michael's precum eventually works its way into being a natural lubricant. However, it is clear that the two men are about to lose it sooner rather than later. Michael's hands grasp desperately at Guy's body, while Guy's thrusting, both of Michael's cock and his hips, gets messier and more uncoordinated. To add on, his trembling thighs squeeze the sides of Michael's head more and more.

At this point, Guy is whining and whimpering, and he can feel his orgasm building in his belly, getting closer to the edge of pleasure. "M-Michael, I'm gonna-" Guy whines, his thrusts stuttering and his fat cock twitching, so hard to the point of pain. "Mgh- nhh- I-I'm gonna cum, Oh fuck, Michael!" With one final thrust, Guy cums messily onto Michael's face, his whole body twitching as his thighs lock firmly around Michael's head. Guy moans as Michael still continues to lick at suck at him through his orgasm, but the moment his thighs squeeze around his head, Michael orgasms as well.

Michael twitches, moaning as cum spurts from the tip of his cock. It layers thickly onto his stomach, piling up. Guy helps Michael through his orgasm as well, gently stroking his dick and squeezing out every last drop of cum that he can. At this point, Guy is whining as he slowly pulls off of Michael, letting go of his cock and removing his folds from his husband's face. Though, when he looks down at Michael, his eyes go wide and heat once more stirs in his stomach. The lower half of Michael's face is soaking wet, and his lipstick is heavily smudged. A string that is most likely a mix of Michael's saliva and Guy's cum connects his husband's lips to his folds, but with the distance between them now, it soon breaks. On top of that, Michael's eyes are wide, his pupils dilated as he stares at Guy.

"Are you alright?" Guy asks.

Michael nods. "Yeah," He responds, watching as Guy moves off of him. "We should shower." After Michael says that, Guy nods in agreement, but before they can get up and clean themselves off, Guy leans in to kiss Michael on the lips, tasting himself on him. The kiss is quick, and when Guy pulls away, his lips are curled into a familiar smug smile.

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They shower fine. Michael brushes his teeth as Guy warms up the water. It's nice, some downtime in all of the chaos that is their life. When they get cleaned, they both dress into their boxers and cuddle together in bed. Normally, when they do this, Guy is latched onto Michael's back. But now, it is the opposite. Michael presses his front against Guy's back, then proceeds to wrap his hands around Guy's midsection, once more feeling over his soft stomach.

"Man, you really like this, huh?" Guy teases, grabbing at a portion of his own stomach to emphasize what he means.

In response, Michael huffs, not stopping what he is doing. Guy's stomach is soft, and feeling over it makes Michael feel oddly grounded. He's not usually touchy, unless he and Guy are in private, so maybe it is just the feeling of knowing guy is with him that makes him feel closer to Earth. It's domestic, and he likes it. "I like knowing you're eating well." He answers, his fingers tracing over the curve of Guy's stomach. Guy shudders at the feeling, his stomach still sensitive.

At Michael's words, Guy laughs, looking over his shoulder to make eye contact with Michael. When he does this, he feels Michael lean in more, pressing his lips to Guy's. Easily, Guy reciprocates, and their lips move together quite easily. As they kiss, Guy can feel as one of Michael's hands rubs up and down his belly, feeling over his happy trail, while the other teases the waistband of his boxers and traces the curve of his stomach. Due to the weight gain, Guy's stomach now hangs over the waistband of his boxers, and he can feel his husband paying attention to that little detail.

The kiss still carries on for a few moments more, but after a bit, the two part from one another. Both of their lips are formed into smiles, and despite the discomfort from looking over his shoulder, Guy cannot help but admire Michael. Softly, the sheets rustle as their legs tangle together, and he watches as Michael moves to press a kiss to his shoulder, then proceeds to nuzzle his nose against Guy's chin.

"I've always ate well." Guy retorts playfully, moving his head back to normal to combat the discomfort slowly building in his neck. Michael does not seem to mind, continuing to press kisses to Guy's warm, exposed skin.

Humming, Michael shuffles impossibly closer to his husband. "Eating better, I should say," He murmurs. "I remember you being thinner when the Justice Gang first formed. It's like you've been domesticated." Michael softly laughs, and at that, Guy huffs with a false anger. Despite not seeing his face, Michael knows Guy is pouting.

Guy hates to admit it, but Michael is right. Sure, he still has the same in-your-face personality, but he has calmed down over the years. He remembers when he was first apart of the team and how much he tried to make things go his way. Now, he's mellowed out, and he barely knows how the hell it came to be like this. But, he's not complaining. Guy likes this feeling that he has with the Justice Gang, a family.

Michael is still gently rubbing his belly, feeling over every fold and mark his fingers catch. The touching is soothing to Guy, and at this point, he is having trouble staying awake. The moment Michael takes note of Guy's sleepiness, he presses another kiss to him, but this time it is on the back of his ear.

Slowly, Guy succumbs to sleep, and Michael is following him not too long after.