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"I still cannot believe that you had a rubber ducky when you were 8."
"Let's not mention that? Please and thank you."
Alex let out a chuckle, his boyfriend beside him clearly flustered at the words that just came out of his mouth. He sighed as he focused back onto the road, almost home. They were familiar with the surroundings at this point, the tall buildings starting to descend, the countryside starting to show. They always wanted to live in a house in the countryside, the landscape was breathtaking, the atmosphere was just right, and it was quiet, just how they both liked it.
After what seemed like forever, Thomas pulled up into the driveway and they both got out of the car and headed inside.
"Thomas, your family is wonderful! They seem so nice and true at heart.. Except ol' Pete.." Alex expressed, attempting a southern accent at the end.
The taller man laughed at his response. "I mean, you're not wrong. My father was always an asshat. Sorry about him, honey."
Alex gave Thomas a small smile, making Thomas' heart pound in his chest. Fuck, he was so cute.
"Ah, Tommy! I forgot about something. When I went shopping with Jane and Lucy, I bought you something that will be of much significance to you." He said, letting a smirk form on his face.
A look of terror spread on Thomas' face, letting Alex's smirk turn into a shit-eating grin, letting out a loud laugh.
He rushed up the stairs with his suitcase, seeming to struggle a bit. It was Thomas' turn to laugh, watching his tiny boyfriend drag his incredibly heavy suitcase up the stairs.
"You need any help with that, darlin'?"
"I'm just fine!"
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Thomas had already made himself comfortable, laying down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, watching some documentary about ancient Egypt.
His tranquil state was interrupted with loud, rapid footsteps coming from the stairs.
A disheveled Alex made his way into the living room, hiding something behind his back.
"Shirt; off."
"Wha-"
"You heard me Thomas, take your shirt off!"
Thomas obliged, standing up from his reclining position and pulling the t-shirt over the top of his head before tossing it into the corner of the room, crumpled up, to be found in 5 weeks, covered in dust.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Ta-daa!"
Alex pulled out a pair of light blue boxers, covered in a rubber ducky pattern.
"You must be fucking kidding me."
"No, I'm not kidding! Look!" Alex waved them around, "They're real!"
Thomas rubbed the bridge of his nose as Alex looked at him in disapproval.
"What, do you not like them?"
"No, you're getting the wrong idea. I love them, but.. Why?"
Alex started sniggering as he looked Thomas straight into the eyes.
"My favourite picture of you! It's you when you were around 5 with a rubber ducky on your head in a bathtub! You had a pretty big, how do the kids say it nowadays, 'glo-up'."
"Oh, that o-"
"In fact, I've got a small copy of it in my wallet now!"
"No you don't, do you?"
"I'll show you tomorrow."
Thomas sighed, snatching the boxers from Alex's hands. "I'll try them on."
Alex's smirk widened into a grin once again, as he watched Thomas tread off into the bathroom.
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"Jesus Christ, Alex."
Alex barked out a laugh again, probably the fiftieth one today. "Come on out, Tommy!"
Thomas walked through the door, his face slightly flustered.
"Oh," Alex looked at him, yet another laugh escaping his mouth. "You look great!"
"I don't seem convinced. But, they are very comfortable."
Alex walked up to Thomas, putting his arms around his neck.
"You know, you'll always look great in anything. I'm glad they're comfortable though."
"They ain't too ugly either."
Alex laughed at his response, setting his head on Thomas' shoulder, relishing in the warmth of his chest.
"Your legs look amazing, by the way."
"Why thank you, darlin'."
They stood like that for a while, the sun starting to set.
Alex was the first to break the peaceful silence.
"I wonder if I groped your d-"
"No, Alex. It would not make any noise."