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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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"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."

Are they even that compelling of words? Tommy doesn't think so. But with Billy being clearly flustered Tommy chuckles and moves to get out of the guy's lap. No reason for that. Definitely not plausible deniability.

"You got me cake? Replicated or Billycated?"

THe white frosting doesn't give away the secret of the type of cake though, so he's happily reaching for it to blow out the candle. And you better bet he made a wish.

Compelling enough. Billy doesn’t want to deal with an accidental boner because his imagination ran with those words - couple with he hasn’t been laid in over a year.

"It’s Kaplicated," he grins. The flame sputters and goes out at Tommy’s blow. Then Billy’s getting a knife to cut into it, a neat little slice to reveal the confetti sprinkles inside. "Hope you made a good wish, and that it comes true by the time you make one next year."

Would it really be accidental when Tommy's words were so deliberate?

"Kaplicated sounds like a relationship status," Tommy laughs. And then his expression morphs into one of shock and awe.

"Y-yeah. It... Had to be him if it's this. Oh god. He still remembers."

And that's a softer thing than Tommy expected to say.

"Oh my God it does. 'Yeah, our situation is pretty Kaplicated'." Maybe one day he'll make that as a joke about the rage bug situation. Not today not. Maybe not this year. Maybe next. And not around Kaplan. Billy watches his boyfriend's face morph into that shocked one. "Maybe I've got electricity powers that we don't know of. I keep shocking you tonight."

Billy sets the cake plate down and reaches over to gently rub his hand on Tommy's arm like a comfort. "I think you had mentioned it before, but I asked Kaplan about your favorite anyways. Vanilla and funfetti. He even whipped me up a sample so I could try it. I can see why you like the stuff."

God, he was so going to use that term on his brother in the future. A replacement for 'complicated'. It was going to be fun. But that wasn't as important as what was going on now.

He laughs, soft and fond and shakes his head.

"It isn't the best cake at all. It's basically the most mediocre. But it's, like... a good memory. The first birthday cake I ever got to eat on my birthday."

"It's gotta be the best if its your favorite. I'm your favorite after all, and I'm the best." He reaches over to swipe some of the frosting off of Tommy's piece and licks it off. He thinks about taking some cake to smush in that pretty face of Tommy's, and ultimately decides against it. One, it was Tommy's birthday and two, he'd remember and get his revenge when Billy's rolled around again.

Better not tempt that fate.

"Well now you get to eat it again. All this cake for you, babe."

"That really isn't how it works, Handsome," Tommy says, his voice still soft and fond. "Sometimes you like things that aren't the best, because they mean something. You're the best, of course, but this? This means something."

And he leans forward and kisses Billy's lips very lightly.

"Thank you."

The continued softness mixed with the fondness in Tommy's voice settles Billy down. Then the blond takes a moment for himself - to think about Wesker and now he's not so heated under the collar - and smiles under Tommy's lips. "Glad I did something that means something good to you, Daisy Dukes." His tone matches Tommy's and now he carefully gets up.

"Bring your cake with you. We're gonna cuddle in the hammock I had made and it's gonna be the first time someone's laid in it."

The fondness doesn't fade from Tommy's tone or expression as he nods.

"You got it. Cuddling and cake. Can't think of something better, babe."

"I bet you can think of something better. You were just talking about my pecs after all," joking about it helps at least, and concentrating on getting onto the hammock without getting swing back out helps him from getting a stiff problem.

Once he’s got his ass planted securely in the net of ropes with legs straddling it to keep his feet pressed to the sand, Billy pats the space in front of him. "After you finish your cake, you can wrap all around me."

"Your pecs could have poems. But you'd need someone else for that. I'm not a poem person."

He does raise a hand on the hammock to try and keep it balanced. Would use both, but you know, cake. Once Billy's secure Tommy winks. And in a blur there is no more cake. He can have another slice slower later. But right now, he really wants to be close to the guy.

"One of the things I have to do either super slow, or super fast," Tommy laughs, looking at the hammock. He goes for slow, to not upset them both.

"I bet you could make up one if I asked." He grins, and lifts a brow at that wink. Damn. He really got a good one when he got together with Tommy. Spicy little devil. Especially after that blur and the cake slice is gone. He laughs, tossing a hand through his own curls.

When Tommy starts to get in, Billy presses his feet more into the sand to ground himself, to keep the netting steady for the guy to crawl in. "Maybe I should've let you speed us into this then. I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"Nope. I sucked at that section in school. The structures make no sense to me," Tommy dismisses. At best he can do limericks, and that isn't the same thing at all.

He settles in next to Billy and smiles at him, relaxing a bit to watch the shoreline.

"Nah. It'd be way harder with two people."

Billy gives a little chuckle, and works on arranging their limbs so their tangled together, with Billy definitely pulling one of those arms across his chest. "Alright, don't ask you for poetry. And if you give me any, I'll suspect you got someone else to write it."

The waves make a steady rhythm, pulling and pushing sand. It's the only sound for awhile, too, with Billy falling quiet to just take in the moment with his boyfriend. It's so relaxing, he almost falls asleep.

Almost.

Then he remembers what Tommy said earlier. "...You really think about motorboating my pecs?" It sounds like a genuine question, even with the humored tone he says it with.

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