"Not like I'm not chipped and cracked in my own ways. Small spaces. Doctors. Needles. Dogs."
So many other things too. But they don't need to get into that tonight. Tonight he is comforting Billy. He can seek his own comfort another night.
"It's a really nice hand," Tommy says, happy to let Billy not only steal one of his hands but to lace their fingers together. "Let me stop the metronome and we'll settle down and have our drinks. Sound like a fair plan?"
There's a squeeze as they lace their hands together. The warmth from the speedy guy's hand flows up into him and he pulls the guy just a smidge closer. Because that's the only space left between them. A smidge.
"You'll have to tell me about them," with a tone like there's not exactly room for negotiating. Tommy knew about Billy's bad chips and cracks, it seemed only fair that he gets to know one day. Hopefully Tommy will tell him before Billy experiences them.
"Stop the clock and come sit with me on the couch, Shepherd. And I'm still staying here tonight on the couch at least. Too dark to try and get back to the civic center after all this." And he was too happy to want to put buildings between him and Tommy.
A smidge feels like too much space for what Tommy wants. But sometimes he's got to slow down to someone else's pace.
"I will. But we've already got nightmares to fight tonight. Maybe in day light. With a big open room. Maybe outside."
Where it's easier to dispel his own nightmares. Just... not tonight. Not in this good moment they have.
"Yeah, I wasn't going to let you go," he promises, reaching out with his free hand to stop the noise of the metronome. He doesn't need it now. He's so fucking in this moment. Once that's done he's moving away (what a fucking loss) and pulling Billy toward the couch. "Come on, Sunshine. I slaved over a warmish stove for this."
"We can go to the beach and sit on the hood of the Camaro and talk," he offers. The wind on the beach could carry all those worries away when Tommy voiced them, or so Billy likes to think. "And if you get too upset, I could surf for you so you look at someone good looking and grin again."
Because Tommy liked watching him surf, and Billy liked doing it.
"You better not let me go. Not after what the two of us have been through in just under a month." He grins and follows Tommy to the couch after grabbing the blanket. Once back in his spot (with his feet up again), he throws it over the two of them. "Only you’re allowed to call me that now. Sunshine. I like it." Billy picks up his drink again to take a sip.
"Is that a thing people do? Sit on car hoods? Wouldn't that, like, dent them?"
Tommy Shepherd: man who knows little about cars if he's honest. Can stop one, but other than that...
"You know what? Being honest here? Watching you surf is a treat. I'd do that again, I promise I would. You looked so happy."
And that was rare. They both know it's rare.
AS they reach the couch Tommy sits down, gently tugging Billy with him. And look at Billy, good man, grabbing the blanket right away. Seems like he isn't going to get to massage the guy's feet now, with the hand holding.
"Okay, don't say that out loud to anyone. Because they might call you Sunshine just because. And trust me, my brother is already teasing me for calling you that."
There’s a sweep of his eyes over Tommy and he laughs a little. "You wouldn’t sent it. I won’t even sent it. But she’s already a mess, and still has her winter tarp on because I can’t fix her yet. Gotta find parts."
Another sip.
"Your brother can go—" and he stops. Billy knows what Tommy’s brother means to him, so bad mouthing him isn’t going to be a good look at all. So he doesn’t finish that sentence. "Only I get to call you Daisy Dukes, by the way. So you better not say it so people get the idea that they can call you that either."
There’s a gentle knock of their shoulders and he grins down at Tommy. At his boyfriend.
His boyfriend.
Wait— "So does this mean we’re…we’re boyfriends now?"
Parts. Tommy needs a list of them. Because that's a whole untapped avenue of possible gifts. Just, you know, ask Tony to teach him how to make parts. Guy's gotta love a muscle car, right? Hopefully so.
"Yeah, he probably could. Magically. Go and you know. But I'm not going to suggest it to him. And what if I also promise to only wear those short shorts of mine around you? You want that too?"
The question, though, that gets a nervous smile from him. He hadn't expected to have this conversation tonight. To deal with whatever nerves Billy might have from that term. The nerves Tommy only didn't have these days because of Kyle, and that was a long time ago.
"Yeah man. If that's what you want it to mean. It's what I want it to mean... But only if you do."
Billy could always meet and ask Tony himself at some point. Now that it was warming up, he could get to work on it when the aliens weren’t doing weird shit to them. He’d have to figure out what to trade for said parts, or the teachings to make them.
For now, he drops the subject about Kaplan because Billy doesn’t want to accidentally say something bad and ruin this moment. "Yeah. I like that idea. Kinda like a girl I dated once only wore some kind of dress for me. Gonna have to get you some shorts in red. Or maybe in blue like my car."
He sobers a little when Tommy says it’s what he wants too. He wants to be Billy’s boyfriend. That warms him, but also makes his nerves flutter like they always did when he looked at guys like he wasn’t— no. He was allowed to do it here damn it! He stares down at the mug, hand starting to shake again in Tommy’s fingers.
"I want it too. Even if I’m nervous about it. I told Max… I’m still working through the shit my dad suffocated me with. But I want this as much as I want you, even if I’m scared of a man who can’t get me right now. Or, anymore, if we’re being honest."
Excuse me, are you going to take away your new boyfriend's only idea for gifts? Wow. Rude. But hey, he'll do what Billy wants, though the color suggestions...
"Uh... Yeah, I like you a lot Sunshine, but I get veto power over the shades of red and blue, okay? Because I've got a very color associated family, and if I'm in Billy or Mom's or Vizh's shade of red I'm going to be unhappy. Or Billy's shade of blue. I could probably forgive Magneto's red though. Gramps is pretty solidly cool."
So he's going to have to have careful control over colors. As for the rest... Tommy's free hand comes up to tease a curl away from Billy's face. Because that's the gentle touch he knows he can get away with at this moment. Such soft hair. Fuck he likes it a lot. He was very right, Harrington. Billy's got way better hair. And a better ass. And smile.
"Whatever you want, at your pace, works for me. I know I can be intense for people, and I fall into things quickly. But I've been living every day of my life since I was about fourteen trying to fit in to the pace of the world around me. So, you know, what you want to call it. How you want to do it. Telling who you want to have know about it. Even if it means not telling people for a while. Which, you know, given how poked at we've gotten by people about it, I'm just as happy to pretend we aren't just to annoy them if that's the sort of thing you're down for."
Oh there’ll be plenty of ideas for gifts. Hair products, board wax, there would be plenty of ideas.
He frowns at being vetoed over colors. "My Camaro is a specific shade of blue and Kaplan will have to give it up if he has it. Because technically my car came out first in the seventies." He then looks smug like he won some kind of argument. "I’ve got a dark red shirt back home I really like. Maybe that’ll pass inspection?"
That smug turns into a smile at his hair being toyed with. "You can play with my hair. I’m okay with that. Holding hands. Maybe cuddling." They’d have to test that one a little bit.
He reaches over to stroke his fingers under Tommy’s chin. "We gotta at least tell Max first. She’ll put me in the hospital if she’s not first to know. But I might be slow at this, and I might be shirts sometimes but I wanna be someone good for you, okay? Chips and cracks and all. And your chips and cracks, too."
Like Tommy knows what hair products are good. Look at him. His hair is just naturally glorious.
"And my brother is that shade of blue because that's the color of his magic and he can't change it. Where as he could just magic your car into my shade of green if he wanted to. So let's not start trouble with color measuring contests, okay? We'll figure it out later. Though I bet I'd look fucking amazing in dark red."
He doesn't know. Most of his colors are either in shades of green, or vivid as fuck. Just for how they off set his hair.
Telling Max first? Tommy raises an eyebrow at that.
"I think the better peace offering here is telling them both at the same time. Via text. So we can leave them on read. How about that."
He takes the permission to toy with Billy's hair to heart and reaches out to finally, fucking finally run his fingers through those curls.
"Man, I'm so jealous of your hair. If I grew mine out into curls it'd look stupid. And too much hair is a sight problem for a speedster. Fuck it's just so pretty. Harrington is so wrong, your hair is way better. Bet your hands are too."
They are pretty fingers, okay?
"I have faith that you're really going to aim for good for me. But... But there's gotta be one rule. An absolute one. You can't hit me. Not unless we're sparring or something, if that ever comes up. No hitting without consent. You hit me once, and it's over."
"I'll have to find a way to get you shorts in the right color. Or maybe you'll get it next year for the new clock or whatever they were calling it." He doesn't like the idea of 'letting' Kaplan 'have' the blue color, because his Camaro is unique and apart of his personality, so of course he wants Tommy to wear something like it.
"Leave them on what? But yeah, texting them both first." The mug clinks softly on the table and he pats his pockets under the blanket before getting his device out. "Uh, you might want to do it for me. I'm shit at the digital letter writing thing."
He scrolls to the messages he sent Tommy earlier. "Yeah, I'm terrible at it."
Then there's a little... noise at having that hand running through his curls and it's like he melts. Billy lets some of his weight go against Tommy until he sets the number one ground rule. That gets the blond to sit back up and give Tommy a very serious look. He pulls their joined hands up, like it's significant somehow as he speaks. "Out of everything I do, I'm going to do my damnedest to not. be. like. Neil. I don't ever want to hurt you. Not mentally, not physically. Got it?"
At least Tommy will be able to confirm once he sees the Camaro in person that the shades of blue are completely different. But that's not for now.
"Leave them on read. It's slang from my time when these things are more common. Basically they get a notification saying you saw the message and haven't responded. It seems fitting. When you're ready, we'll do that. And no sooner."
He does smile at the promise Billy makes, given so damn seriously too. It makes his insides all warm and squirmy. In a good way. He lifts those joined hands to his mouth to kiss the back of Billy's.
"Good. Because I had enough of that shit from Frank and the scientists' guards. So I'd never let it happen. And my brother would probably turn you into a newt or something if you did."
"New clock, new tick, whatever. You knew what I was talking about." There's a little eye roll. And the left on read thing makes better sense and he supposes that's what he's been doing with Tommy... by accident with those other messages he's gotten.
He shifts closer, folding a leg under him so he doesn't knock his boyfriend with a knee while they make promises in the middle of the night with only the stars outside in the sky to bear witness. "I'd feel horrible if I did it. I know I would. Thinking of hurting you like Neil kept hurting my mom? Just thinking about it makes me angry. I don't want to be angry with this, okay? This is good, this makes me happy. You're making me happy. And I don't want to be a newt. At least tell him to turn me into one of those lobster things on the beach."
"Hey. Sometimes we get angry at other people. Sometimes we hurt their hearts accidentally. Sometimes we fight. But the important thing is doing our best to not let it get physical. To try and take a step back and talk about it when we're ready," Tommy suggests, his voice soft. He stops toying with Billy's hair to stroke his cheek instead.
"Me? I usually run. When I'm that mad I go away from people to make sure I'm safe for them and me. Just be alone for a bit. If I ever go suddenly, it's because I'm angry and I'm trying to hold it in. To not be the man Frank is. That a lot of people in my family tree are. Because I won't want to be angry with you."
Though he snorts in amusement at the 'i don't want to be a newt.'
Billy doesn't want to do that, and he tries to tell himself that he can't do that. He can't hurt Tommy because he doesn't want to be Neil. He doesn't want the guy to leave him alone like his mother did so many years ago. Instead of focusing on that, he focuses on the warmth stroking over his cheek.
"I hit things," and it sounds like he's confessing it in a church. "I get physical and I know it. You can ask Steve. You can ask Gladio. I beat the shit out of Steve back in Hawkins. Worse than you over that dresser." And he yells, too, but it feels like the hitting is worse.
It is worse.
"I'm sure there are fucking f... weirdos here that eat newts too."
"Recovery is a process, Billy," Tommy says, his voice soft. "The first moments I was free, I tried to off the people who had experimented on me. I get it."
Sometimes you backslide. Recovery is hard.
"Link's gone so... I don't think so. And if he turned you into a newt I would keep you in a really nice tank."
It was a process, though evident that he was healing and learning from all of it in just how he was taking care of the words he said. Don't talk bad about Kaplan, don't use the f-word. But it's been almost a year, so he can't forget that it took time to get where he was now.
He lifts his hand to mirror Tommy's movement and sweep his fingers over that smooth cheek. "I can only hope I don't let you down, Daisy Dukes."
Tommy's eyes flutter closed at the gentle touch. Leans right into it. Fuck it feels so damn good. Because Tommy was so damn starved for affection and gentleness.
"I don't think you will. But I also think we're gonna have to accept that this isn't gonna be perfect immediately. We'll have a lot of talking, a lot of boundary setting. Rules for how much we can ask on a bad day. How to communicate we need space, how often I can show up and just drape myself over you because I'm a touch hungry little bitch."
"I guess asking about your chips and cracks falls under whatever the boundary thing is." Steve had mentioned boundaries before at one point, but Billy didn't understand what those exactly were just yet, even if he was already respecting some. Whether through his actions like not using the word 'freak' with Tommy, or the laundry list of truces he had with Steve.
His thumb strokes over that cheek, easily holding Tommy's head. "Are you saying my...boyfriend," and a thrill up his spine makes him smile, his eyes light up because it was true. Boyfriends. "Is a speedster but also a blanket?" A warm blanket at that.
"You're always welcome to ask about them, but I don't know how much I'm going to want to share at any given moment. But you're always welcome to ask, okay? Communication matters and all that shit."
God he can't help the way he looks up at Billy, at how happy and overjoyed he is to just be called 'boyfriend' by Billy. It makes him smile so much. Then he's pulling the guy close to press their foreheads together. Because it's so fucking good.
"Yeah, your boyfriend would be a blanket if you wanted it. He likes that. Being close to people is nice. I feel alive then."
"Well don’t shut me out all the time when I ask," he adds. But that conversation dissolves in his mind as Tommy pulls their foreheads together. This feels intimate, as much as kissing the guy does. He sighs and keeps there.
There’s a little breath of a laugh. "Starting to think you’re a vampire because you are not alive a lot." He pulls away long enough to drain the hot chocolate before setting the empty mug aside and putting their foreheads back together.
Yeah. Okay. He can do that. He can be more open. More...
Vulnerable. Damn. That's hard.
"I've met vamps, actually. So definitely not that. Just, you know..."
God it feels so nice when the guy leans against him like this. Closes his eyes and sighs in true contentment. His fears of the night before are melting away. Just a little.
It’s the hardest thing to do. Billy knows that he’ll struggle with it when Tommy asks it of him, too. But those kind of talks could be another night's problem. Tonight the hot chocolate together and the confessions in time to a metronome‘s pace would be enough. Enough to melt apprehensions away into comfort.
He sighs, content but tired. Some more of his weight leans against his boyfriend without realizing it. "Yeah? Probably a bad thing if we should be asleep," which gets ended with a yawn. "You sure I can sleep here for the night?"
Shit, the metronome really WAS still going. He wanted to laugh. He would have to stop that at some point. But for now.... For now, fuck. He feels perfectly in this moment.
"Please. Stay. I'd... I sleep better when I'm worked up if someone is around."
By which he means if he's snuggled up with them. Back home it would be nameless faces from clubs. Here, it would be what it would be. Even from a distance.
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Date: 2024-04-27 01:31 am (UTC)So many other things too. But they don't need to get into that tonight. Tonight he is comforting Billy. He can seek his own comfort another night.
"It's a really nice hand," Tommy says, happy to let Billy not only steal one of his hands but to lace their fingers together. "Let me stop the metronome and we'll settle down and have our drinks. Sound like a fair plan?"
I spy with my little eye JENN PEEKING
Date: 2024-04-27 01:47 am (UTC)"You'll have to tell me about them," with a tone like there's not exactly room for negotiating. Tommy knew about Billy's bad chips and cracks, it seemed only fair that he gets to know one day. Hopefully Tommy will tell him before Billy experiences them.
"Stop the clock and come sit with me on the couch, Shepherd. And I'm still staying here tonight on the couch at least. Too dark to try and get back to the civic center after all this." And he was too happy to want to put buildings between him and Tommy.
She called me a tart!
Date: 2024-04-27 01:50 am (UTC)"I will. But we've already got nightmares to fight tonight. Maybe in day light. With a big open room. Maybe outside."
Where it's easier to dispel his own nightmares. Just... not tonight. Not in this good moment they have.
"Yeah, I wasn't going to let you go," he promises, reaching out with his free hand to stop the noise of the metronome. He doesn't need it now. He's so fucking in this moment. Once that's done he's moving away (what a fucking loss) and pulling Billy toward the couch. "Come on, Sunshine. I slaved over a warmish stove for this."
But are you cherry or strawberry?
Date: 2024-04-27 12:59 pm (UTC)Because Tommy liked watching him surf, and Billy liked doing it.
"You better not let me go. Not after what the two of us have been through in just under a month." He grins and follows Tommy to the couch after grabbing the blanket. Once back in his spot (with his feet up again), he throws it over the two of them. "Only you’re allowed to call me that now. Sunshine. I like it." Billy picks up his drink again to take a sip.
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Date: 2024-04-27 01:14 pm (UTC)Tommy Shepherd: man who knows little about cars if he's honest. Can stop one, but other than that...
"You know what? Being honest here? Watching you surf is a treat. I'd do that again, I promise I would. You looked so happy."
And that was rare. They both know it's rare.
AS they reach the couch Tommy sits down, gently tugging Billy with him. And look at Billy, good man, grabbing the blanket right away. Seems like he isn't going to get to massage the guy's feet now, with the hand holding.
"Okay, don't say that out loud to anyone. Because they might call you Sunshine just because. And trust me, my brother is already teasing me for calling you that."
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Date: 2024-04-27 02:35 pm (UTC)Another sip.
"Your brother can go—" and he stops. Billy knows what Tommy’s brother means to him, so bad mouthing him isn’t going to be a good look at all. So he doesn’t finish that sentence. "Only I get to call you Daisy Dukes, by the way. So you better not say it so people get the idea that they can call you that either."
There’s a gentle knock of their shoulders and he grins down at Tommy. At his boyfriend.
His boyfriend.
Wait— "So does this mean we’re…we’re boyfriends now?"
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Date: 2024-04-27 02:40 pm (UTC)"Yeah, he probably could. Magically. Go and you know. But I'm not going to suggest it to him. And what if I also promise to only wear those short shorts of mine around you? You want that too?"
The question, though, that gets a nervous smile from him. He hadn't expected to have this conversation tonight. To deal with whatever nerves Billy might have from that term. The nerves Tommy only didn't have these days because of Kyle, and that was a long time ago.
"Yeah man. If that's what you want it to mean. It's what I want it to mean... But only if you do."
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Date: 2024-04-27 03:10 pm (UTC)For now, he drops the subject about Kaplan because Billy doesn’t want to accidentally say something bad and ruin this moment. "Yeah. I like that idea. Kinda like a girl I dated once only wore some kind of dress for me. Gonna have to get you some shorts in red. Or maybe in blue like my car."
He sobers a little when Tommy says it’s what he wants too. He wants to be Billy’s boyfriend. That warms him, but also makes his nerves flutter like they always did when he looked at guys like he wasn’t— no. He was allowed to do it here damn it! He stares down at the mug, hand starting to shake again in Tommy’s fingers.
"I want it too. Even if I’m nervous about it. I told Max… I’m still working through the shit my dad suffocated me with. But I want this as much as I want you, even if I’m scared of a man who can’t get me right now. Or, anymore, if we’re being honest."
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Date: 2024-04-27 03:50 pm (UTC)"Uh... Yeah, I like you a lot Sunshine, but I get veto power over the shades of red and blue, okay? Because I've got a very color associated family, and if I'm in Billy or Mom's or Vizh's shade of red I'm going to be unhappy. Or Billy's shade of blue. I could probably forgive Magneto's red though. Gramps is pretty solidly cool."
So he's going to have to have careful control over colors. As for the rest... Tommy's free hand comes up to tease a curl away from Billy's face. Because that's the gentle touch he knows he can get away with at this moment. Such soft hair. Fuck he likes it a lot. He was very right, Harrington. Billy's got way better hair. And a better ass. And smile.
"Whatever you want, at your pace, works for me. I know I can be intense for people, and I fall into things quickly. But I've been living every day of my life since I was about fourteen trying to fit in to the pace of the world around me. So, you know, what you want to call it. How you want to do it. Telling who you want to have know about it. Even if it means not telling people for a while. Which, you know, given how poked at we've gotten by people about it, I'm just as happy to pretend we aren't just to annoy them if that's the sort of thing you're down for."
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Date: 2024-04-27 05:02 pm (UTC)He frowns at being vetoed over colors. "My Camaro is a specific shade of blue and Kaplan will have to give it up if he has it. Because technically my car came out first in the seventies." He then looks smug like he won some kind of argument. "I’ve got a dark red shirt back home I really like. Maybe that’ll pass inspection?"
That smug turns into a smile at his hair being toyed with. "You can play with my hair. I’m okay with that. Holding hands. Maybe cuddling." They’d have to test that one a little bit.
He reaches over to stroke his fingers under Tommy’s chin. "We gotta at least tell Max first. She’ll put me in the hospital if she’s not first to know. But I might be slow at this, and I might be shirts sometimes but I wanna be someone good for you, okay? Chips and cracks and all. And your chips and cracks, too."
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Date: 2024-04-27 05:57 pm (UTC)"And my brother is that shade of blue because that's the color of his magic and he can't change it. Where as he could just magic your car into my shade of green if he wanted to. So let's not start trouble with color measuring contests, okay? We'll figure it out later. Though I bet I'd look fucking amazing in dark red."
He doesn't know. Most of his colors are either in shades of green, or vivid as fuck. Just for how they off set his hair.
Telling Max first? Tommy raises an eyebrow at that.
"I think the better peace offering here is telling them both at the same time. Via text. So we can leave them on read. How about that."
He takes the permission to toy with Billy's hair to heart and reaches out to finally, fucking finally run his fingers through those curls.
"Man, I'm so jealous of your hair. If I grew mine out into curls it'd look stupid. And too much hair is a sight problem for a speedster. Fuck it's just so pretty. Harrington is so wrong, your hair is way better. Bet your hands are too."
They are pretty fingers, okay?
"I have faith that you're really going to aim for good for me. But... But there's gotta be one rule. An absolute one. You can't hit me. Not unless we're sparring or something, if that ever comes up. No hitting without consent. You hit me once, and it's over."
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:13 pm (UTC)"Leave them on what? But yeah, texting them both first." The mug clinks softly on the table and he pats his pockets under the blanket before getting his device out. "Uh, you might want to do it for me. I'm shit at the digital letter writing thing."
He scrolls to the messages he sent Tommy earlier. "Yeah, I'm terrible at it."
Then there's a little... noise at having that hand running through his curls and it's like he melts. Billy lets some of his weight go against Tommy until he sets the number one ground rule. That gets the blond to sit back up and give Tommy a very serious look. He pulls their joined hands up, like it's significant somehow as he speaks. "Out of everything I do, I'm going to do my damnedest to not. be. like. Neil. I don't ever want to hurt you. Not mentally, not physically. Got it?"
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:18 pm (UTC)At least Tommy will be able to confirm once he sees the Camaro in person that the shades of blue are completely different. But that's not for now.
"Leave them on read. It's slang from my time when these things are more common. Basically they get a notification saying you saw the message and haven't responded. It seems fitting. When you're ready, we'll do that. And no sooner."
He does smile at the promise Billy makes, given so damn seriously too. It makes his insides all warm and squirmy. In a good way. He lifts those joined hands to his mouth to kiss the back of Billy's.
"Good. Because I had enough of that shit from Frank and the scientists' guards. So I'd never let it happen. And my brother would probably turn you into a newt or something if you did."
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:30 pm (UTC)He shifts closer, folding a leg under him so he doesn't knock his boyfriend with a knee while they make promises in the middle of the night with only the stars outside in the sky to bear witness. "I'd feel horrible if I did it. I know I would. Thinking of hurting you like Neil kept hurting my mom? Just thinking about it makes me angry. I don't want to be angry with this, okay? This is good, this makes me happy. You're making me happy. And I don't want to be a newt. At least tell him to turn me into one of those lobster things on the beach."
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:43 pm (UTC)"Me? I usually run. When I'm that mad I go away from people to make sure I'm safe for them and me. Just be alone for a bit. If I ever go suddenly, it's because I'm angry and I'm trying to hold it in. To not be the man Frank is. That a lot of people in my family tree are. Because I won't want to be angry with you."
Though he snorts in amusement at the 'i don't want to be a newt.'
"Babe, a newt is better. We eat those lobsters."
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Date: 2024-04-27 07:42 pm (UTC)"I hit things," and it sounds like he's confessing it in a church. "I get physical and I know it. You can ask Steve. You can ask Gladio. I beat the shit out of Steve back in Hawkins. Worse than you over that dresser." And he yells, too, but it feels like the hitting is worse.
It is worse.
"I'm sure there are fucking f... weirdos here that eat newts too."
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Date: 2024-04-27 09:30 pm (UTC)Sometimes you backslide. Recovery is hard.
"Link's gone so... I don't think so. And if he turned you into a newt I would keep you in a really nice tank."
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Date: 2024-04-27 09:33 pm (UTC)He lifts his hand to mirror Tommy's movement and sweep his fingers over that smooth cheek. "I can only hope I don't let you down, Daisy Dukes."
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Date: 2024-04-27 09:36 pm (UTC)"I don't think you will. But I also think we're gonna have to accept that this isn't gonna be perfect immediately. We'll have a lot of talking, a lot of boundary setting. Rules for how much we can ask on a bad day. How to communicate we need space, how often I can show up and just drape myself over you because I'm a touch hungry little bitch."
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Date: 2024-04-27 09:40 pm (UTC)His thumb strokes over that cheek, easily holding Tommy's head. "Are you saying my...boyfriend," and a thrill up his spine makes him smile, his eyes light up because it was true. Boyfriends. "Is a speedster but also a blanket?" A warm blanket at that.
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Date: 2024-06-17 12:43 am (UTC)God he can't help the way he looks up at Billy, at how happy and overjoyed he is to just be called 'boyfriend' by Billy. It makes him smile so much. Then he's pulling the guy close to press their foreheads together. Because it's so fucking good.
"Yeah, your boyfriend would be a blanket if you wanted it. He likes that. Being close to people is nice. I feel alive then."
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Date: 2024-06-17 11:45 am (UTC)There’s a little breath of a laugh. "Starting to think you’re a vampire because you are not alive a lot." He pulls away long enough to drain the hot chocolate before setting the empty mug aside and putting their foreheads back together.
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Date: 2024-06-21 04:25 pm (UTC)Vulnerable. Damn. That's hard.
"I've met vamps, actually. So definitely not that. Just, you know..."
God it feels so nice when the guy leans against him like this. Closes his eyes and sighs in true contentment. His fears of the night before are melting away. Just a little.
"I think you're waking me up, Sunshine."
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Date: 2024-06-22 02:32 am (UTC)He sighs, content but tired. Some more of his weight leans against his boyfriend without realizing it. "Yeah? Probably a bad thing if we should be asleep," which gets ended with a yawn. "You sure I can sleep here for the night?"
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Date: 2024-06-22 02:44 am (UTC)"Please. Stay. I'd... I sleep better when I'm worked up if someone is around."
By which he means if he's snuggled up with them. Back home it would be nameless faces from clubs. Here, it would be what it would be. Even from a distance.
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