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Tommy thinks that his night can’t get any better than this. Laying in dewy grass in the chilling winter air of Nottingham, phone tucked close to his ear connected to his boy 5 thousand miles away. His shirt and hair were damp and he was for certain going to come down with a cold tomorrow, but he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything besides having a certain 6’6 boy laying next to him.
The stars shine in such a lovely way, it makes him feel warm inside, like baking with family on christmas eve, or huddling up with his mum and dad to go watch the New Year’s Day parade. Even here closer to the city, laying in his backyard as he details the intricate mapping of the constellations he knows, guessing at the ones he doesn’t, to his loverboy on the other end of the line, the earth seems to let him view them the same as if he were laying out beyond the pollution of human life. He feels loved, knowing that even with one of them halfway around the globe they lay under the same stars.
“Boo?” The masked boy gives a hum that rumbles through Tommy’s ear as it were said right next to him. “Love you.” He hears a fond sigh as he rolls onto his side to smile at the green ring that lights up when Ranboo speaks his next words.
“Mmh, love you too, sunshine.” It squeezes a hum out of him as his eyes slip shut for a moment. “Wish I was there right now, then I could make you go inside before you catch a cold.”
Tommy laughs, delighted at the care in the other’s utterly enraptured tone of voice. The wet grass presses into his cheek, catching in his eyelashes as he curls closer to the phone.
“I will, Love,” And he’s so in love. Completely captivated by the inflections of the American boy’s voice, and the starlight that dances in his grey eyes, “Don’t worry, I have to be well enough to drive to the airport tomorrow,” He says with mirth. Ranboo gives an affirming noise.
“Can’t wait to see you again,” He says, voice coated with chocolate, dripping with honeyed love.
“What, is talking to me over the phone not enough, boob boy,” Tommy replies sarcastically, drawling out some of the syllables just to be annoying. The brunette laughs over the line. And Tommy’s hands shake, overflowing with indescribable emotions the other makes him feel.
“Anything I can have of you is enough, Toms,” It’s suddenly not enough just to hear the words, He needs to feel them, “But I’m a selfish, selfish man, I want your everything, sunshine.” He wants the rumble of the words as he lays across the taller’s chest, laying in the wet grass of Nottingham, even Brighton, or California, anywhere as long as they’re together.
“I want your forever, Ranboo,” He responds, smiling so hard it hurts his cheeks.
And in the morning he falls asleep in his own bed, waking to his alarm in the afternoon. He counts down the hours until he goes to pick up his boyfriend, and they fall asleep together in that same dewy grass with Tommy’s head on the other’s chest so he can hear the consistent purr of the heartbeat nestled there.