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Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo and Billzo were celebrating Christmas together, in the extension of Tubbo’s house. Tinsel and random decorations were spread all over, and Billzo had even found some mistletoe to hang up.
Tubbo’s dad had supplied them with alcohol, figuring they were old enough to handle it themselves, but he had severely underestimated their ability to get drunk. The clock read 9:47 PM, and they were only just getting started.
Tommy felt himself gravitate towards Ranboo throughout the night, finding excuses to have a hand on his arm, or shoulder, or various other body parts. Ranboo didn’t mind, or maybe it was just the alcohol.
“Haha… hey, big man… what’s- uh… whats going on?” He slurred, grabbing onto Ranboo’s arm and giggling. Ranboo tried to shoo him away, but Tommy kept following him.
“Not much, not much. Just waiting for Tubbo to find an appropriate Christmas movie. Or inappropriate, who’s to say.” He replied wistfully, finding a half empty beer and taking a large mouthful. He offered it to Tommy, who finished off the rest, careless to whatever effect it had on him.
“Hey you two! Wanna play a game?” Billzo smirked. Tommy and Ranboo sat with Billzo and Tubbo on the floor, waiting for Bill to explain whatever game it was.
“Alright, let’s play truth or dare. But the catch is, if you want to skip, you have to down a cup of beer. Sounds good?” He asked, already pouring some into plastic cups he found in the kitchen.
“Sounds good,” Tubbo replied. The other two nodded.
‘I’ll go first,” Billzo said “Toby, truth or dare?”
“Uhh, dare”
“Lick your foot” Bill couldn’t in his laughter, and neither could Ranboo or Tommy, as Tubbo licked a large line on his foot, from his heel to toes, all while maintaining eye contact with Bill and wiggling his eyebrows.
Tubbo put his sock back on his foot. “That was gross- uh, Ranboo, truth or dare?”
“Truth”
“Ok, I’m going to get you to address the rumours, have you ever been high?” Tubbo asked, and Ranboo brought his cup to his mouth.
“Oh my god, really?” Tommy questioned. Ranboo hid his face behind his hoodie sleeves in embarrassment.
“I’m not answering that” his voice was small.
“Who would’ve thought,” Tubbo commented. “The Christian school kid is the only one here to have been under the influence of drugs, as they say.”
“Alright, enough of that. Truth or dare, Tommy?”
“Dare, i’m not a pussy.”
“Sit in my lap.”
Oh.
“Woah there, Ranboo, coming on a little fast there?” Bill quipped.
Tommy shrugged, and sat in Ranboo’s lap as instructed. “Told you I’m not a pussy.”
He could feel Ranboos chest against his back, and how it moved with every breath. He didn’t know why, but it made him slightly excited. “Besides, what can I say, he’s a handsome fella? Who wouldn’t want to sit in his lap?”
The game carried on with stories of embarrassing moments, or one of them doing a weird stunt, or getting just that little bit more drunk. Now Ranboo’s fate was left up to Tubbo.
“Ranboo.” he said, looking the tall boy in the eyes.
“Tubbo” Ranboo replied, challenging him.
“Truth… or dare?” It was obvious that Tubbo had a plan brewing in his mind.
“Dare”
Ranboo had fallen for his trap, perfect answer according to Tubbos' grin growing wider. “I dare you… to look up.”
It seemed tame enough, so he did. Casting his eyes upward, as did he rest of the group (excluding Tubbo) he saw the fucking mistletoe that Billzo had hung up earlier. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Nope! Can’t drink your way out of this one. Them’s the rules.” Tubbo wore a smug expression.
“Heyy, big guy” Tommy laughed, looking up at Ranboo.
He looked down to face Tommy, and pressed a quick kiss against Tommy's lips. It was short and sweet, Tommy was caught off guard but quickly reciprocated. They pulled apart after a second and the other two cheered.
“Fucking finally!” Tubbo yelled, fistbumping Billzo.
“What d’you mean?!” Tommy yelled back. “Did you fuckin’ plan this?!”
Bill and Tubbo laughed at him. “Yes! You two were so obviously head over heels for each other but wouldn’t do shit! It had to happen somehow!” Billzo retorted.
“You’re both right dickheads” He grumbled, blushing furiously.
“It worked though, didn’t it?”
The night had calmed down a lot, Billzo snoring on the couch and Tubbo asleep in his own bed. Tommy and Ranboo were snuggled up close on Ranboo’s bed, Tommy with his knees near Ranboo’s hips and his head underneath Ranboo’s chin.
“So- about what happened earlier- I take it that you didn’t mind it?” Tommy asked, playing with the locket around the taller’s neck.
“Dude, we’re literally cuddling right now, of course I didn’t mind it.” Ranboo replied.
“Ok- just letting you know- I’m not even sure what I am right now. I mean, I thought I was straight but obviously not. According to Tubbo I’ve had a very obvious crush on you for a few months.”
“That’s alright, you don’t have to know. I’d love to be your boyfriend either way, if you’d be mine?” Ranboo proposed the question he’d been thinking all night, or at least since Tommy kissed him.
“Uhm-” Tommy looked up to him, and saw Ranboo’s soft expression. “Yeah. I think I’d like that”