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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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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.

"I would definitely get someone else to write it," Tommy promises. "A commission or some shit. Not that I think anyone here could do poetry."

Maybe that Eddie guy? He does music. So maybe he could do it.

The whole situation is soothing. To the point that while Billy almost falls asleep, Tommy actually does. Until there's speaking that is. He twists his head to the side, trying to rest it on Billy's chest, and smiles.

"Damn right I do. Those fuckers are gorgeous."

God, this was relaxing. He smiles down at Tommy, all sleepy looking and yet so content. One hand goes up to just lay on his boyfriends neck, partially into the hair at the nape. His chest moves as he laughs, especially when Tommy trying to get his head on it.

"How about this. Impromptu birthday gift. You get to touch any skin I got bare, and you can kiss from my neck up?" That would put everything from his waist up fair game for Tommy’s hands.

"If I let my hands do the walking, my brain is going to think too much and ruin this beautiful moment," Tommy admits quite honestly.

He would never cross a physical line, he was too noble for that. But he also didn't want discomfort for either of them.

"So let me just... let me bask in being wanted and being special, okay?"

"The most beautiful thing is the guy cuddling up to me in my arms. I don’t think anything could ruin that. Unless you’re working with the Upside Down bullshit from my world."

Billy runs his thumb back and forth on Tommy’s neck in what he’s hoping is a comforting manner. "Also pretty fucking special to me. Because you’re all mine and no one else’s. You better believe I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. Ever."

Billy turns his head to press a kiss in Tommy’s hair. "I hope I never let you feel unwanted."

Yeah, he's definitely not going to do that.

"Careful what you say. Octobers here are hell," Tommy says, his voice soft as he lets his eyes close a bit. God this feels so good. More than that, the touch was soothing. God, he's so beautiful.

"I haven't felt wanted very often. So yeah, this means a lot to me."

"I'll have fill in those gaps where you didn't before I showed up. Or, I suppose better to say before we got together. More accurate." Billy's voice is soft, not wanting to break the moment with thoughts of hellish Octobers - last year had been the influx of Upside Down things. Maybe they'd get a break this year.

His hand keeps moving, finding the silence permission. "You wanna stay here tonight? Or bask in the good feelings kicking your feet like a schoolboy in your own bed at the diner?"

"Of course I'm staying," Tommy agrees without even having to think about it. Not at any speed. He's been invited, so he's staying. "And I'm not that lame to do the whole kicking my feet like a schoolgirl thing."

"Good, because it wasn't an option really. I just phrased it like a question to let you think you have a say in it." Billy wiggles his arm around Tommy to keep him close. "And don't ruin my little day dreams. I like the idea of you flopping on your bed, kicking your feet because you're so damn excited."

His chest rises and falls with easy breaths. "I should carry you to bed. Treat you like my prince and all that to finish your birthday off."

Oh, that's adorable. Tommy could say that there was no way that Billy could keep him here, but all he'd have to do is smile and ask and Tommy wouldn't be able to say no.

"I'm not that dorky. You're dating the wrong twin for that. But I am the better twin, so you're still lucky. And you can carry me to bed, but only after I finish all the food. I may have a stupid efficient metabolism, but I do need to keep it fed."

Billy knows the power of his smile. It's the closest thing you'd get to sunshine on a rainy day - or so he thinks. Maybe that's just what it seems like when his smile brightens up Tommy's day. "I know which twin I'm dealing with. You may not be as much of a dork, but you're still a little bit of one. You got me with the better twin thing though."

He glances down at the platter of food and then to Tommy. "Maybe I should've asked for a TV tray for the food. Or temporary levitation powers so neither of us would have to get up to get anything." Or levitate them back into the cabin for some good old fashioned cuddle time.

Billy swings one leg over, using it to gently push the hammock so they get a light swing.

"Not a dork," Tommy pouts. He is one, but he'll never admit it.

As for the tray, Tommy shakes his head. Which is still against his boyfriend's chest. No, this is fine for now.

"It'll be fine. When I feel like getting up I'll fetch them. I'm just cozy here right now. Especially since you've got us swinging, love."

"Oh shu-- shush. You're my dork, but only for me when it's just us." He laughs, going with the shakes of Tommy's head. It's just so nice out here, with the waves and the warmth of his partner against him. Billy knows he did good for Tommy's boyfriend. Can practically feel the appreciation radiating from him. And damn the necklace looks good on him.

Blue really is nice on him.

And then Tommy drops the 'l' word, as a petname now, and Billy freezes just a little. Well, noticeably at least. He does relax and lean to press his lips against Tommy's head. "I'm starting to really think you mean that name. That big word there, Tommy." It's still weird that someone loves him, but maybe... maybe he's earned it? Or something.

Blue was not one of the colors Tommy thought to wear. It felt like it 'belonged' to his twin like red belonged to his twin and his mother. And it belongs to this Billy too. It leads the man claim him in a way that makes his heart warm.

"I think I mean it too. It's scary words to say. Please be gentle with them. Like glass."

It feels soft. Vulnerable, to use that word. Billy relaxes and just holds onto Tommy tighter. He can't say it. Not yet. Billy won't admit it outright that he's scared to say it. It's a scary thing, to bare your heart like that for someone knowing how much it can physically hurt to have it wrecked.

"Yeah. My heart is like it. Yours, too. I promise I'll try to be gentle with it, okay? But... I... I break things, babe. I won't mean to but..." He has a feeling he'll crack Tommy's heart at some point. "I don't wanna talk like this. Not on your birthday. Maybe tomorrow."

"One of my powers is literally making things race to the point of breaking," Tommy points out. "I know how easy it can be to do it accidentally. But you try, Billy. Fuck, you've tried to better yourself for you, but you also try and be gentler for me. How can you not see how much good you're doing?"

He smiles and lifts his head up enough to lay another kiss on Billy's chest. See, he loves the man here. And trusts him.

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