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It was a quiet day, no work having to be done. Tommy was leaning back in the comfortable couch he could easily sink into, waiting for Wilbur to complete his shower. The older man had promised he'd only be half an hour, and Tommy was holding him to that promise. Currently, he had wrapped himself up in a blanket, curled up in one of the hoodie's Wilbur had thrown on the floor of his room, watching some random nature documentary. He missed his brother to be honest, and he just wanted to be coddled and cuddled right about now. He didn't really have a reason for being so incredibly clingy today, but he did have to convince Wilbur to deal with it.
Rubbing the blanket against his scent, he tried to simulate the feeling of being hugged by his brother although to no avail. He let out a soft sigh into his blanket, eyes slipping closed as he nuzzled his nose into it.
He blocked out his sense of sight, focusing on the euphoric nature of the house. The wind of the AC was bristling against his neck, temperature set perfectly to be just uncomfortably cold, requiring blankets to counter. The sounds of birds chirped outside the house, heavy wind against the dry temperature.
Suddenly, there was a weight against his shoulders, another figure sprawling on the couch. Tommy opened his eyes, his brother in a sweater as he sprawled against the couch, letting out a soft coo when he saw Tommy. He looked up, sticking his tongue out before rolling into Wilbur's lap, hearing a chuckle from the man. The blanket loosened, now at his sides, apparently aside enough for Wilbur's arms to wrap around his waist protectively, pulling him into his chest. Tommy leaned into his hold, head tilting back just enough to look up at his brother.
"I think I'm getting clingy cubed today," Wilbur teased softly, placing a kiss on Tommy's forehead. He flipped the man off playfully, mock offense in his expression as he exaggerated it.
"Fuck you, man," Tommy cursed at him, feigning anger as he earned an amused nod and one of Wilbur's hands tracing upto his chest to gently rub against it with his fingers in a tickling pattern, just to the point his mouth twitched into a smile at the softness.
"My baby brother," Wilbur teased softly.
"Oh go fuck yourself-" Tommy murmured, face flushing as he pushed Wilbur's jaw away gently, only for it to land into his curls again.
"Tiny sunshine, so bright, practically glowing."
"Fuck you fuck you- you're doing this on purpose now man-" Tommy melted under the praise, face going red as he hid his face in his hands.
"Do you prefer raccoon child then?" Wilbur offered, a teasing but loving giggle in his voice.
"Go away, dickhead." Tommy murmured into his palms, fingers gripping at the area around his eyes to desperately cover them. "You're ugly, awful, I hate you-"
"Love you too, baby brother," Wilbur giggled, quiet but fond. There was silence for a moment, only for a moment, comfortable and soft. "Do you want me to put something on, Toms?" He offered.
"Nah, you can if you want though," Tommy shook his head, giggling unreasonably when he felt Wilbur's fingers scratching against his scalp gently. "I want hugs," He demanded silently, carefully hidden insecurity hidden beneath the words. Maybe his brother didn't want such personal demands?
"Okay," Wilbur agreed, "I'm already hugging you though, sunshine." He murmured, arms tightening briefly as they squeezed his stomach, putting goosebumps in his body, the good kind, the warmth that flows through without explanation.
"Don't care," Tommy stuck his tongue out, leaning back into Wilbur's chest. "You must not be doing it tight enough, bitch," He insulted.
"Ah yes, because it's always my fault, hm?" Wilbur teased lightly, a kiss placing on Tommy's hair, arms tightening slightly, pulling him impossibly closer.
"You're getting it! Ey, let's go!" Tommy cheered, clapping his hands together only for them to be seperated by clingybur™ apparently, who pulled his hands away from eachother and grasped them in his own, hands wrapping around his waist again.
Tommy didn't speak again, just let himself listen to his big brother's rhythmic heartbeat, relaxing to the familiarity of the sound. He let himself bask in the affection given to him on a silver plater, his face breaking into a barely concealed grin everytime he received a kiss or a whisper of praise.
”My little brother, my sunshine,” Wilbur cooed softly, lips pressing against his scalp in a soft kiss. Tommy giggled when met with the tender touch, beaming childishly. He thinks, if he focused enough, he could of seen and pinpointed the exact moment Wilbur’s heart shattered in two and rejoined again before dissolving into a puddle of goo. Wilbur tangled his legs with Tommy’s, as if he was trying to meld together with the boy. Did he have any objections to that notion? No, but it was still pretty subjectively funny.
He slipped his eyes closed, letting a soft, content puff of air escape from his nose. He felt Wilbur’s grip tighten protectively, a kiss placing on his nose and forehead, gentle thumbs rubbing against his palms.
”Sunshine?” Wilbur murmured. Tommy let out a hum of acknowledgement, cracking an eye open slightly. “Why do trust me so much? If I wanted to, I could murder you right now.”
Tommy huffed, eyes slipping closed again.
”That’s a dumb question,” Tommy murmured, something akin to indignance in his voice. “If you wanted to murder me, you would’ve done it by now. I trust you because you won’t hurt me, I know that,”
”But do you? I mean if I suddenly developed a disorder or-“
”Shush,” Tommy silenced. “Dumb bitch. You wouldn’t hurt me. Why do you think they call you softbur? Fuckin’ idiot,” He mumbled indignantly, like it was obvious because it was. “If you did hurt me, I would still forgive you. I love you.” He mumbled.
Wilbur’s breathing completely stopped for a moment, before he was scooped up into two arms, cradled like he was something precious. He yelped, eyes opening as he was placed into Wilbur’s lap again, knees tucked in between Wilbur’s lower thighs as his feet tangled with Wilbur’s legs. Quick kisses placed all over his skin and face, giggles escaping him at the action as he batted Wilbur’s face away gently.
”You’re literally sunshine, Toms.” Wilbur murmured, rocking them back and forth as he gazed into his eyes. “So precious, so bright, so trusting. I love you too, I love you so much.” Tommy flushed at the gesture, tucking his head into Wilbur’s chest, whining childishly.
”I hate you.” He murmured, earning a giggle from Wilbur.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Wilbur had an audible grin in his voice, the fucking sappy nerd. Tommy flushed, snuggling closer, only to be given a kiss on his scalp and circles being rubbed on his back. "I love you so, so much, dear. So much." He kissed Tommy's curls again, an unspoken promise in his voice.