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Billys been getting more open with giving the hugs out to Tommy. He’s finding that he likes them more and more and sometimes feels greedy for all he can get. And it helps. God, does it help.

"…Second date," and just saying it brings some of the brightness back in his eyes, and pulls a little smile at the corner of his lips. Oh, even more light in his face. "Really? Man, you spoil me with all the work you put into the stuff you do for me."

He hasn’t forgotten his birthday cake. Even if he got Kaplan to make that one.

"Lemme grab my Walkman and phone," he says, and reluctantly pulls away to grab those quick.

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Hugs are basically a healing ointment. Tommy will testify to that fact to anyone who will listen. But yeah, now he's smiling. A second date. Their second date.

"I think you're worth putting time into, Billy. Really worth it."

With that said he happily waits for Billy to grab whatever he needs.

"Oh, pajamas too. You're going to be staying the night."

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Hearing that he's worth it just makes Billy's heart lighter, pulled out from the crushing weight of what's waiting for him at home. The device gets grabbed from the floor and shoved into a pocket, the tape player on his hip right after. Billy's about to say he's ready, but then Tommy's mentioning that he's staying the night so he'll need pajamas.

It isn't new, staying the night with each other, but it takes a second to get his brain to understand that Tommy doesn't mean it like that. But then he's grabbing his sleep pants to fold up and tuck under his arm with his bottle of sleeping medication tucked into it. Once he's got all of his stuff, Billy goes back over to sling his arm around Tommy's shoulders. Already he's looking better than when he first opened the door for his partner. "Next time we can have the sleepover out here."

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"We can. We will."

He pauses to reach up and curls his fingers into Billy's hair. He hauls the guy close to kiss him, hard.

Only once that's done does he wrap an arm around Billy's waist.

"Ready to get the quick ride?"

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"We better," and then there's a hand in his curls, pulling him close to give him that kiss. It's... a lot. In a good way. In a way he wants to happen more often. He presses into the kiss until Tommy pulls away to wrap that arm around him.

Billy grins. "Like that's quick with you," he teases, keeping those pretty blues on Tommy's pretty greens. Keep in the moment, don't think about fireworks, don't think about malls. He was alive right now, here with Tommy and nothing in Hawkins mattered right now.

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Hey, it's something that can always happen in the future. For now, though, he's happy to just kiss the guy and be kissed. It's pretty fucking amazing because Hargrove clearly knows what he's doing with kissing.

Then he's happy to scoop Billy into his arms. Time to carry him away.

"Anything I want is quick," he says with a smile as he adjusts his grip on Billy. "Got your things secure?"

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Yeah he does. And Billy really likes how Tommy pulled him down for it. Really got those gears turning and... what was he scared about again? Fireworks? Those don't even matter when he's got his best guy with him.

"Says the guy that took a month to tell me he liked me," he points out with a grin. Like he didn't do that shit as well. He's scooped up and Billy holds his stuff securely with crossed arms. "Yeah, all ready. I should ask Tony about making goggles since this seems to be a regular occurrence..."

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Does Tony know how to make goggles? Tommy doesn't know.

"Yeah yeah, Kettle. Be plenty sassy. Just turn your head in against me to protect it from sand."

And then he's moving. It takes almost no time at all, despite the lengthy walk between the beach and the city, for Tommy to be at the door of the diner.

"Want down?"

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Kettle? Kettle?! Where the hell did that name come from? There's no time to ask though, and Billy tucks his face against his boyfriend's sturdy body instead. There's the spray of sand, the rush of wind, and as tempting as it is, the blond doesn't look. Just holds and takes in the other things. The warmth of Tommy. The scent of him and his clothes, the way he holds Billy to keep him safe.

Once they're at the diner, Billy's pretty relaxed and feeling far more comfortable and safe. The question gets a smirk, a reach up into the white hair, and pulls Tommy down for his own hard kiss. Ha, mirroring.

"No. I like you carrying me."

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Excuse you, it's not a nickname. He's calling you the kettle to his pot, Sunshine. He never remembers the proper order of it.

Though he's still enjoying the fucking kiss. Getting manhandled? Totally a thing for him. And he laughs when he pulls back from it.

"Big strong man wants the little punk to carry him. Fine. I can agree."

And he nudges the door open and twists to get the man through.

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Billy almost doesn’t relinquish his hold so Tommy can straighten back up. He does though, with fingers letting go of the curls and trails them down Tommy’s face.

"I like you holding me. Unless the little punk can’t carry me up the alien stairs." Then he’s reaching over to push the door open the rest of the way once its reach.

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If only he had good curls like Billy. But he's happy with what he has and what it will give him. How easy it is for Billy to grab.

"I can, but they're narrow so it's awkward, genius," Tommy rolls his eyes. But he does slip into the building and makes for the stairs.

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Tommy didn’t have curls, but his hair was soft and long enough for Billy to hold when he wanted to. One more comb through that white hair for good measure.

Up the stairs, Billy doesn’t do anything to distract his boyfriend, instead waiting for them to get to the top. "Mm, my hero of a boyfriend. Carrying me all the way here and then up the stairs. Maybe I owe my hero a kiss."

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It takes some awkward maneuvering for Tommy to get them up the stairs. Once there and through the door he obliges with a light kiss.

"Pay me with it later. Sit on the couch. I'll bring dinner up."

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Once he’s back on his feet, Billy pulls Tommy back in for a better kiss. There’s a grin and he pulls away. "No, I wanted it now." Greedy.

Then he’s going over to the couch to lounge out on it. Same spot as the night Billy came over and Tommy made him hot chocolate. "Is the menu a surprise?"

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"I mean, is it really a surprise when I'll have it up here all at once and you won't really notice any delay?"

Probably still a surprise.

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"No, I guess not." Even though he’s settled on the couch, Billy is back up to gather Tommy’s blanket. It gets wrapped around him and he settles in his spot once again. "I’d guess but I’ll be wrong about everything. Except maybe hot chocolate. That’s my guess, hot chocolate."

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"If you want it, it will be added," he promises. "Now, hold that thought. I need, like, ten seconds to warm everything up before I bring them up. Be comfortable, alright?"

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"I’m safe in your room. I’m already comfortable." He’d get up for another kiss, but Billy doesn’t want to get comfortable again. He does at least, gather up the Walkman to play. Billy keeps one ear piece off and the other on so he can listen for Tommy and also to Scorpions.

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Tommy smiles and nods.

"Remind me to make you some speakers for that thing."

Then he's gone from the room. Just a little Tommy blur that is gone in a blink. After a few seconds a few things clatter onto his coffee table, covered trays. The last one he walks in with at normal speed. And oh is he smiling.

"Alright. I made multiple courses. First, a salad to keep up our vitamins and minerals. Then I've got some grilled steaks here, seasoned with local herbs and some fresh sea salt. Baked tigertubers for the side, as well as, no fucking kidding, candied carrots. The first ones from the ship gardens. Earth produce, man."

And the first batch for everyone will be out tomorrow, but tonight it's for them.

"I've also got a cheese platter as a light snack for after. And after THAT I replicated a chocolate cream pie."

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Billy's eyes can barely keep up with the whoosh of Tommy leaving, and startles as things seem to 'magically' appear on the coffee table. The tape player clicks to a stop under his thumb pressing the button and he loops the headphones around his neck as he watches the table set itself.

Man. His boyfriend is amazing.

When the speedster comes up with normal speed, he grins. It's like a half hour ago didn't even happen, that Billy wasn't even terrified in his own little beach shack. The menu sounds delectable, and the blond is certainly impressed about having a steak, and even more so about carrots. "You absolutely spoil me, Daisy Dukes. What did I do to deserve a Michelin restaurant service here on a bad night for me?"

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"You're dating the chief farmer who is training under the head chef of this operation," Tommy points out. "And I want today to have good memories with it."

Even if he has to make them himself.

"Warning, I'm not the best at the grill so for safety the steak is medium. I didn't want to undercook."

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Head chef of the operation? An alien or someone? Maybe Tommy had a recipe book. Didn’t matter. Food is here and looks amazing. He it’s next to him for Tommy to join him. "It’s a good start to better memories. A really good start. It’s almost like you love me or something," he teases.

"Better than getting sick squandering the good memories. Now get your ass over here and help me eat this delicious looking food that our chief farmer put together."

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Radley. Dude knew how to cook. And each new chef here made Tommy that much better.

"I got candles. Are those okay?"

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"Yeah that’s fine. Didn’t know you were making this a romantic date. All these dates and I haven’t done one for us. Guess I’ll have to start planning."

Billy leans over to start arranging the plates so they could get to them easily without really having to get off of the couch. "I should’ve come here first. Everyone important to me knows I consider the diner to be a safe place for me to hide."