898 words of Bravo Team functioning as the overprotective family they are.

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Prompt from allyhope: Clay introduces his new boyfriend to his team at the team barbeque.

Written for my 2019 Summer Prompt Challenge on Ao3.

Meet the Team

Jason kicked his feet up on Sonny's coffee table as the members of Bravo team - sans one Clay Spenser - cluster around the Texan's couch. Cerberus hopped up beside him, curling into the middle cushion to acquire pets. Brock rolled his eyes as both Jason and Trent dutifully - and reflexively - did just that.

"So, what exactly do we know?" Jason raised a brow to survey his team. Sonny's scowl deepened.

"Not a whole hell of a lot," Ray said. He walked around the couch to sit on the armrest at Jason's left hand. "Spenser's been tight-lipped."

Sonny muttered something about strangling and secrets, "Derek did say Blondie hasn't been spending much time at his place as of late."

"We sure he didn't just get back with the professor? They've been pretty friendly lately."

Sonny snorted, "She took a job at a university on our side of town. They'd be at Clay's place, not hers."

"You looked into it?" Ray raised a brow and narrowed his eyes.

"As if I'm gonna let some Lit Nerd break my little buddy's heart twice?" Sonny's arms went out in a wild gesture.

Brock snorted, "You asked Davis didn't you?"

"Yeah," Sonny admitted. His arms dropped. He meandered back towards his kitchen for a beer.

Jason scratched behind one of Cerb's ears, "I think this calls for a barbecue, boys." Trent grinned. He immediately rubbed his hands together.

"I do love a good Family BBQ."

"You just want a fresh victim for your hot sauce."

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Clay was not nervous. Not at all. It wasn't like he was taking his boyfriend to a team barbeque for the first time. To meet his team.

"Should I be as nervous as you?"

Clay looked left to pout at Bart. It didn't phase the man one bit. He kept on smirking as he drove.

"Yeah, you're right," Bart grinned, "That's a physical impossibility." He looked at Clay when they stopped at a light, "No one could be the nervous naturally."

Bart laughed when Clay shoved at him. The truck's cab wasn't big enough for him to move more than a few inches. The light turned anyway, so retaliation would have to wait.

Ray's driveway and street were covered in trucks and motorcycles. Bravo never did anything halfway - half of Alpha team was for sure in he backyard and Clay'd bet money Charlie team was already wrestling with Trent, Sonny, Full Metal, or some combination thereof.

"You're not even a little bit nervous?!" Clay stomped his foot as he got out of the truck. Bart shrugged. Clay sulked. "That's very annoying." Bart kissed his forehead and pushed him towards the gate that led into the backyard.

One didn't have to be a SEAL or an FBI Agent to know that the block had quieted considerably when they arrived. Bart was a Fed though, so he could also feel about a dozen invisible eyes tracking him.

Lord help him if he ever broke up with Clay. His body would probably be littered with snipers' bullets.

When they entered the backyard no one was actually looking in their direction. Bart had been half expecting to be pinned down under an interrogation light, but apparently SEALs could be subtle.

"So this is the mystery suitor!" A large and well-muscled man Bart recognized from pictures as Trent had clapped him on the shoulder.

Another man - also big, also well-muscled - wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "You ever had a spicy BBQ burger, friend?"

"No." Clay pointed a finger at each of the men. "You are not feeding Bart ANYTHING Trent cooked." He then looked to Bart, "And don't take anything from Full Metal, ever."

The second man - who Bart refused to believe was actually called Full Metal - removed his arm to make a dramatic play at pouting. "I'm telling Sonny!" The two men disappeared into the crowd of wives, children, and sailors.

"So, who's the suit, Spenser?" Bart actually jumped at the voice behind him. The man smiled.

"Jason, Bart. Bart, this is my team leader Jason." Clay managed not to look too much like a teenager introducing his prom date to his father, but Bart wouldn't hold that against him seeing as the entire backyard appeared to be holding their breath.

"Nice to finally meet you," another man, black this time, appeared beside them to shake his hand. Jason was still looking at him, arms crossed, beer in hand. The eyes looked up, looked down, paused on his sidearm, continued.

A throat cleared behind him. This time he didn't jump. Bart looked to see a heavily bearded man in a cowboy hat. Sonny Quinn had starred in most of Clay's stories.

The man merely held out a hand in Jason's direction. Clay's face scrunched up. Jason grumbled, but forked over two twenties before glowering at Clay.

"I told ya," Sonny smacked his lips together as he counted his money, "It don't make no matter the gender, Blondie's always got to be the prettiest in the relationship."

Clay rolled his eyes and stole Sonny's beer from his elbow. Bart shrugged, "That's entirely accurate." Clay choked and the backyard exploded into laughter.

Bart was taking that as a sign that he wouldn't be shot on his way home that night. Sonny clapped him on the shoulder then, grip tight, and he started to rethink that assessment.

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