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Slide ~ Goo Goo Dolls

WHO: Billy Hargrove, Tommy Shepherd
WHERE: The Beach
WHAT: Celebrating a certain someone’s birthday
WHEN: Evening of Oct. 12th
WARNINGS: Boyfriends

It's taken awhile to get everything set up. The hammock posted up on the beach just out of reach of the high tide; the branches and wood of various thickness tented together at a safe distance from said hammock; a blanket with the edges tucked into the sand with a large tray covered by another cloth held down by rocks; candles he had asked Tommy for a month or so ago to use in the beach house. Billy stands back, observing that everything is in the perfect spot with hands on his hips.

Earlier in the month they had a rough start. A bad day for Tommy with bad words from Hargrove in his anger that was mirroring his boyfriend's. But there was something that stuck out to the blond, something that let him know that what he was doing was right.

'The only one that wanted me. The only one that ever celebrated my birthday!' Billy could do this now, could let his boyfriend feel so damn special on his day. No being overshadowed by accident with Kaplan. No joint birthday. Just Tommy.

And of course he's made sure he's looking good. A fresh shower, a good scrub on his cheeks to bring out the color, and yes, even a spritz of cologne (thank you Munson). He's got on his cleanest jeans and a tank top from his own birthday, but has decided against boots for now. He feels really good about this.

Really good about it. Billy thinks it's really gonna make his boyfriend happy and that just feels the blond with this Good Feeling he can't quite describe yet, even after all these months. He reaches down to check, again, that the little wrapped cloth is still there. It is. It won't go anywhere until he needs it to.

Ruffling his hair as a last distraction, Billy crouches to set a spark to the candle wicks, then moves away to text Tommy.

'Took care of dinner for you tonight. Meet me at the beach. Sunset. No is not an option.'

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Billy gives over each portion for Tommy with as minimal moving as possible. He wants them to be comfortable and content because no doubt the aliens would throw at wrench at them.

The request will require him to move though."As the birthday boyfriend wishes."

It takes a moment to fish it out of his pocket, but when Billy does, he hands it over. It’s a simple cloth folded gently to keep its contents safe. Inside is the spare earring from Tommy’s gift to Billy, but reworked into a necklace pendant instead. The chain it hangs from looks older, that’s seen years of wear but still sturdy.

It’s Billy’s chain. His own pendant hangs from a new chain made to mimic his own.

"I thought we should match a little."

Tommy accepts the cloth and slowly unfolds it. And is left staring. His mouth is actually hanging open just a bit. Like he's been rendered slackjawed.

Which he more or less is.

"Billy," he gasps out at last, looking up at the other guy. "This... looks like your necklace. And your earring."

"No it doesn't. It looks like your necklace that just happens to match the earring my boyfriend got me for my birthday." He reaches over to push Tommy's mouth gently closed. "I knew it'd be sturdy enough to hold something delicate like that."

Gently he reaches down to take the jewelry from Tommy, unclasping it like it's second nature. Because it is. Carefully he loops it around that slender neck before fastening and settling it. "I know green looks the best on you, but I like some blue on you, too."

Blue wasn't his color. Blue was Billy. But for the first time, Tommy gives exactly zero fucks about that. This is something special. This is something possessive. This was a clear statement of connection. And maybe he's tearing up just a little over it.

"Oh Billy."

No one's ever given him jewelry before. Apparently he's a sucker for it.

"I'll treasure it. Maybe see if my brother can't enchant the chain to keep it from ever breaking."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't cry? How dare my boyfriend lie to me." It's teasing because Tommy's only tearing up, but Billy's all grin and sunshine even as the actual sun dips further and further down. The light from it catches the earring he wears and Tommy's latest addition.

He leans in to kiss Tommy's cheek. "Don't worry, took care of that, too. Who do you think I got to make it into a pendant in the first place? Practically had a nervous breakdown by the time I was done hanging out with Kaplan and back in my room." But he had done it, had gotten what he wanted to make Tommy's birthday here special. "I'm gonna take a guess and say you like the gifts."

"Shut up," Tommy's voice croaks out. Dude, this is so moving. An undeniable sign that someone was claiming him.

"I guess I thought Tony," Tommy admits, but he's so pleased that his boyfriend thought of it too. "But yeah. I love it. Thank you, Billy."

"Aww," he coos gently, trying his best not to laugh in a good natured way. Those arms go around and pull Tommy into his lap to hold him, near full body. "I figured Tony would be a good fallback if I couldn't muster up the balls to go talk to your brother."

He kisses Tommy's temple. "And since Kaplan knows you so well and how your power works, it's easy for him to know what to do with the necklace so it won't break. And you're welcome. Only the best for my little speedster."

So much teasing.

That's a good point. Tommy settles happily into his boyfriend's lap and leans against him.

"You know, it's... this is probably one of the best birthdays I've ever had, not even kidding. Thank you."

Billy holds in a medium embrace, protecting him from the breeze and keeping him warm. "You mentioned something about birthdays at the Avenger place. So I knew this had to be special and it had to be for you. Not a joint birthday, not a shared party. Something just for you."

Hope you don’t mind a hand combing through your hair, Tommy. Because that’s what he does now. It’s soft. God, it’s so nice.

"I have another bit I can give you, because between the two of us, you’ll probably appreciate it more." He smirks a little, though it doesn’t fully reach his eyes on it.

"Oh. About sharing them?"

That was a whole thing, and he knows it. But people had still thought of him, and he'd liked that. But after a while it was... tiring. Especially when his team went about their own lives and his shared birthday was mostly facilitated by the Kaplans. Who, don't get him wrong, he loved them. But he wanted to be number one to someone.

"Huh? Another thing? Other than the cake?"

Billy thinks he deserves more? But he's already given Tommy so much!

"You said Vizh was the only one that celebrated your birthday. I took that to mean the only one to celebrate you, so I decided to remedy it for you. Give you a birthday you won’t forget so easily. Just like you did with me." The hand is still going in that white hair.

It’s soothing.

"Yep. One more thing to go with the cake and the necklace." Billy finally pulls away enough to have movement of his arms again. There’s a brush of fingers against Tommy‘s new necklace. "Everyone gets to see this, but only you get to have this."

Now he strips off his shirt, showing off his physique. All of his body that he’s kept up with in training and workouts. But now his scars were on display, fully healed but still rough under gaze and touch.

"He... he gave us gifts. For our birthday. The first year here. He painted them. None of us were together that day. But he still did it, just for us."

And it felt so good, to be appreciated like that. To be appreciated like this. And then... God, he does more. That shirt coming off. Being willign to show his vunerability like that. Wow. Tommy smiles at him.

"You's so beautiful. And so brave. God, I'm going to dream about this body so much."

"The painting." Billy remembers the day in the Avenger room. Or whatever it was called. 'Avenger room' had to be close. He sets the shirt aside and then thinks better of it before lumping sand on it to keep it from blowing away.

He leans over to kiss Tommy's cheek. "Yeah? You can touch it, too. I won't even put my shirt back on." He laughs, though he can feel his nervousness dancing all in his skin. He could do this, Billy could totally keep his shirt off for his boyfriend like this. "I'm only brave for you. And you deserve a good looking treat before cake for your birthday, babe."

The painting. Yeah. Tommy nods. an acknowledgement of a family he could and would never have. The dream that he and Vision had both shared.

"You can, you know," Tommy says, his voice soft. "The offer is so good, you know that, right? But I'm not going to force you to it if you feel uncomfortable. Promise you'll tell me when you need it back on."

"I promise I'll tell you," Billy says with a roll of his eyes and a playful smirk. His hand rubs Tommy's arm. There's a nervousness in his skin, making itself more known in how his foot shifts here and there. Tommy isn't uncomfortably heavy, but his weight is enough to keep Billy's foot from moving.

"I want you to be able to touch me. Well, you have, but with my shirt on. Now you can touch it and look at it." And he wants Tommy to. All those times he had assured the blond that he was just as handsome with the scars as he had been without, along with Steve saying he had absolutely nothing to hide with his physique gave him enough courage now to do this.

"Well then..."

Tommy's softness turns into a grin that shows just how much he likes what he sees as he lets his eyes rove over Billy.

"Allow me a moment to me cliche. But babe, if I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?"

Oh that grin. Such impish delight that sets Billy‘s heart ablaze and his confidence firing up, too. He did still have it, he really did. It’s enough to burn some of the nervousness away while those pretty green eyes drink him in.

"I could, but only if that’s what the birthday boy wants. Might have to make a lifeguard stand so you can see me high up, like I’m on a pedestal."

"You're always on a pedestal to me," Tommy says with a soft smile. "Baby I don't believe in gods I'm not related to or teamed up with, but I'd worship you for hours. Your range of hours. That'd be days for me. God the things I'd do to you to make you understand how amazing you look. And that's before the things I'd do to you just for who you are."

There’s a quip there he could say, a ribbing remark that it’s only because Billy was taller than Tommy, but the blond grins and pokes his tongue out instead. This is his partner‘s special day, no need to tease him.

Even in the cooling air coming off of the waves, he feels warm from Tommy’s words. "Yeah? You wanna describe some of those things to me?" Now he lays back, even though it puts his head on the sand, letting his body stretch out to give his partner the full view.

God he looks so good. Tommy's watching the way the man moves so very closely.

"You sure you can handle that? This could stop being a party so fast.

Tommy’s watching his body with those bright green eyes and Billy’s watching his partners face with rapt attention. Looking for any sign of discomfort or disgust that never shows.

God, he wants to kiss his boyfriend’s face. Maybe he should in a bit.

"How about you tell me a couple and then we have some cake?"

"Well, for one thing, I think I'd probably play with those pretty pecs of yours a lot. I thought they were just good pillows, but damn, I could motorboat those," Tommy says with a smile. Because he has no shame about his appreciation of the human form, male or female.

Okay, he wasn't expecting something like that, and Billy feels his cheeks grow hot. But he also grins despite that, covering the way that heated him under his metaphorical collar with a laugh. "That's because they're dual use, babe. One day I'll even let you. And don't say shit about 'if we don't it doesn't matter' - I'm telling you now. You'll get that one day."

One day when he's done using the images that gave him for his spank bank and allowing himself to actually let them have that. Billy lets his eyes wander down and then back up over his boyfriend. "You want that cake now that you've gotten your gifts, babe?"

Oh they are probably more than dual use. Give him time and he'll make a whole list. But he's grinning right back at the confidence his boyfriend is developing with his body.

"I do. And god, I'm going to be imagining eating it off that tight stomach of yours. See, this is why you can't be this sexy around me. My brain can't handle it."

It was clear that one pep talk from Steve helped. Billy feels like a model laid out for Tommy like this. He imagines his boyfriend getting that wish, too, with his tongue lathing over his skin and dipping further—

Nope!

Billy sits up quick, and tugs his shorts to better accommodate the interest down south. Apparently Billy still has the body, but damn does the speedster have a way with wiggling those words to the libido part of Billy’s brain. "Cake time. Absolutely cake time, you little heathen," though Billy is grinning with his cheeks colored.

The last covered plate gets grabbed, the covering pulled away to reveal small funfetti flavored cake with one candle stuck into the top. It doesn’t take much to light it, using one of the already lit ones to do so, and then he holds it out to Tommy. "Happy birthday, babe."

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