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Tommy giggles as he twirls, screaming lyrics falling on ears covered by headphones as he lets himself fall against the beat of the music— Wilbur’s music, that is .
He loves Wilbur’s music—the way lyrics flood into his ears and sends vibrations through his body, his veins shaking from the amazingly made song.
“One day, I know that you will be there! ” Tommy screams the lyrics so loudly that they get through the blockage of his headphones; he giggles at the mere suggestion, letting himself twirl against a non-existent hand. He knows that he looks like a complete idiot, but fuck giving a shit —he gets to dance to his heart’s fucking content. “One day, I’ll focus on the future—”
“—maybe one day, oh baby isn’t life so fucking inconsistent?” Tommy squeals at that lyric, bopping his head to the beginning of the second chorus. He spins in his place and giggles as he folds his knee behind his thigh, his toes landing against the floor as he jumps forward and bounces on his feet.
That’s when Tommy stops singing, voice exhausted from screaming lyrics as he swings to the side, pushing himself against the wall as he twirls on his toes at the propulsion.
Tommy, however, squeaks when his waist is pushed into someone’s chest. His headphones are removed, a kiss pressed into his hair.
“You’re adorable,” a voice breathes into Tommy’s ear. “You’re so cute, Toms.”
“Hi, Wil,” Tommy murmurs, flush crawling to his cheeks as he ducks his head—just a little embarrassed that Wilbur had seen the display.
“Oh, c’mon,” Wilbur murmurs. “Don’t tell me that you’re embarrassed . It’s just me—” he spins Tommy around, pulling the boy’s waist into his chest as he rests his lips on his scalp. “—I’m not going to judge you, darling. I think you’re cute.”
“Ouch.” Tommy mutters, giggling as Wilbur kisses his scalp.
“You’re adorable . Fuckin’– we gotta make you the new lead singer in Lovejoy. Sold out, immediately, just for the cuteness factor—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Tommy mumbles, kissing Wilbur’s lips. “But also, then I couldn’t sing to your music. So no.”
“I love you so much, oh my god,” Wilbur mutters as he cups Tommy’s cheeks. “ You are the best thing in my life.”
“Wil,” Tommy flushes.
“Nope, not getting out of this one,” Wilbur chides as he softly flicks Tommy’s forehead, “Unfortunately for you, I want to compliment my partner. So suck it up and shut up.”
“I–” Tommy struggles to respond to that.
“Anyway,” Wilbur grins. “We’re moving to German: du ist hinreißend. Derart lieb, schätzchen.”
“Huh?”
“You’re gorgeous. So sweet, honey.” Wilbur translates, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s nose. Tommy flushes, his cheeks heating up as Wilbur gently kissing his nose. “C’mere, let me twirl you.”
“WI ILLL– ” Tommy squeaks and squeals as he’s spun in a circle and dipped under Wilbur’s arm as he twirls on his feet, landing in Wilbur’s arms as he catches Tommy with ease. As Wilbur ends the twirl, he places his hands back in position (that being Tommy’s waist) as he steps them around the room.
“Wil– Wil, we look fuckin’ stupid– there’s no fuckin’ music—” Tommy giggles, laughing when Wilbur dips him cheekily as he places a quick peck to his lips. Tommy bends his knees to match the arm against his waist, letting himself lean back as Wilbur stands there to catch him. Wilbur would always catch him before he had the chance to fall.
“Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” Wilbur questions, dropping a longer kiss against Tommy’s lips as he stands, fixing himself into proper posture. Tommy giggles, wrapping arms around Wilbur’s neck as he cuddles up against the man’s chest. Wilbur welcomes the hug in stride, wrapping his arms around Tommy as he rests his lips against Tommy’s hair.
“I love you,” Tommy murmurs, “I did— I really did. Thank you for not making fun of me; thank you for the dance.”
“Oh, c’mon, Toms, give me some credit,” Wilbur remarks, “look up at me, c’mon.”
Tommy breathes, looking up at Wilbur as the man kisses his lips.
“Good boy, look,” Wilbur draws a circle on Tommy’s cheek with the tip of his finger. “How could I deny you when you’re so sweet, love? I never want to hurt you, sweetheart; I wouldn’t make fun of you when you’re just enjoying yourself.”
With slow blinks, Tommy lets out a soft breath when he welcomes a kiss from Wilbur’s lips to his.
“I love you,” Wilbur grins once he parts from Tommy’s lips, dropping a soft kiss on Tommy’s eyelids; he only giggles at the affectionate touch.
“I love you too, Wilby,” Tommy murmurs—feeling satisfied when blush crawls up to Wilbur’s cheeks. God knows the man deserves it after making him so fucking embarrassed .
“You– gods, you’re adorable .” Wilbur mutters as he releases a soft exhale, “I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much — why do you have to be so hopelessly adorable?”
“I love you too,” Tommy giggles as kisses are pressed all over his face. Before Wilbur promptly tackles him to the floor drops sweet kisses all over his face, leaving him to giggle and grin.
“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear,” Wilbur mumbles as he presses a hand against Tommy’s cheek, running a hand through his hair as he twirls the curls. “ Tommy .”
“Hi, Wil.” Tommy waves, letting out stray giggles pass through his mouth at how entranced Wilbur seems—just a monster who wants to kiss and cuddle. It’s genuinely adorable; Tommy hadn’t been aware that his boyfriend could be so easily swayed.
“Hi, baby,” Wilbur whispers, “you’re sweet.”
“Thank you,” his curls are messed with, stray curls brushed from his face by Wilbur. “Can you get off me, Wilby?”
Wilbur chuckles, rolling onto his back before he grasps Tommy’s waist and draws him to his chest. Tommy goes lax on the older man, snuggling against his chest with a small smile.
“ Keep your arms and feet in the vehicle at all times—” Wilbur imitates Generic_British_Voice_4 as Tommy rolls his eyes, shoving his sprawled legs between Wilbur’s thighs. He grins, “good, thank you.”
Tommy giggles, his hands drawing to Wilbur’s as he intertwines their fingers and tightly locks their palms together, fastening them with eachother.
“You’re adorable,” Wilbur remarks, kissing Tommy on the nose.
“No.”
“ Yes .”
“ Mimimi, I’m Wilbur and I like calling my boyfriend adorable because I’m a fucking pussy who can’t get his shit together. I’m also fucking selfish centred and — that’s what you sound like,” Tommy sneers.
“Brat,” Wilbur chides before throwing more light-hearted insults Tommy’s way. “Fuckin’ rascal. You’re a little terror, you know?”
“Fuckin’ bitch.” Tommy mumbles, pressing his nose into Wilbur’s neck as his eyes flicker shut. He’s not sleepy; he only wants to rest his eyes. “I hate you.”
“Mhm,” Wilbur hums disbelievingly, kissing Tommy’s scalp once. “I love you too, sweetheart. Go to sleep before you pass out where you lay.”
“ Bitch .” Tommy snarks, before he gapes his mouth open and slips out a yawn.
“I’ll move you to the bed later, I promise,” Wilbur promises as he rubs a hand up and down Tommy’s back. “Sleep well, baby.”
“Mmh…” Tommy lets a yawn escape from his nose, eyes drooping as he drifts in the warmth of Wilbur’s arms. "G'night."