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Tommy takes in the warm sunlight, closing his eyes to truly relish in it. Wilbur lays beside him, the brunette having planned a small date for them.
Neither of them speak, both equally comfortable with the silence that accompanies them. He can’t help but let his mind drift to when they first met.
He thanks his impulsiveness, for it would’ve never brought him to Wilbur. Tommy cannot imagine being anywhere else than here. It feels right, everything about this does; where he is and who he’s with.
Wilbur is absolutely perfect.
Tommy opens his eyes and finds Wilbur staring at him, a soft smile gracing his lips. He finds himself smiling back, Wilbur's smile being far too contagious not to.
“I love you,” Wilbur whispers, for no reason at all, except for the fact that this moment is just between them, so vulnerable and sweet.
“And I love you,” Tommy says back, sitting up on his elbows.
Wilbur leans forward, meeting Tommy halfway in a gentle kiss. Tommy lets his back rest against the blanket again, Wilbur cupping his neck softly.
“Forever?” Wilbur questions.
“Forever,” Tommy affirms, against their touching lips.
——
Tommy enters his flat, placing his shoes by the door and keys on the side table. He walks into the kitchen and immediately notices a vase.
A vase he can distinctly remember always seeing in Wilbur’s shop. He’s confused on why it’s here, knowing it’s Wilbur’s favorite piece he’s made.
What confuses him even more is the singular white little flower in it. He steps closer, inspecting it. Tommy’s not a flower expert, not at all, so he pulls out his phone and goes straight for google, taking a picture of it to see what kind they are.
Baby’s breath. Tommy snorts, what a silly name. He shuts his phone off, and doesn’t think much of it. Probably Wilbur trying to brighten his flat. The brunette did always complain that Tommy’s flat was too drab, but one flower? Really?
——
Tommy giggles, wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s neck, his head laying on the brunette’s chest. He feels Wilbur smiles against his temple, pressing a kiss there. “How does that even happen!”
Wilbur laughs with him. “No idea. I was going around checking everyone’s progress, and I turned and saw this guy get absolutely splattered with wet clay.”
He snuggles further into Wilbur cool air hitting his bare body. “I wish I was there. I always miss the funny incidents when I’m not,” He complains.
A large hand manhandles his leg to lay across Wilbur’s abdomen, feeling the man’s softened dick momentarily. Wilbur’s hand stays gripping his upper thigh. “Means you should come with me every day, so you don’t miss a thing.”
Tommy sighs, pressing his lips against Wilbur’s jaw. “I wish I could.” And really he does. Every minute without Wilbur is almost torture.
Wilbur is his safe place. A place he can rest comfortably without much thinking because Wilbur does it all for them. They move and think like one.
His eyes flicker up, noting Wilbur has shut his eyes, chest rising and falling methodically. Tommy smiles to himself, and as if sensing him staring Wilbur cracks an eye opening, immediately meeting his gaze.
“What?” Wilbur questions, still he smiles too.
“You make me so happy.”
Wilbur’s expression immediately shifts into something akin to a melted puddle of adoration. “Tommy,” Wilbur chokes out, eyes glistening with tears and shining from the moonlight coming through their window.
He only smiles wider, and Wilbur huffs fondly, blinking rapidly to get rid of his tears. “Bastard,” Wilbur says, voice still wavering. “Stupid idiot bastard. I love you.”
Before he can reciprocate the sentiment, Wilbur leans over him, reaching for something. And like some sort of magician, Wilbur pulls out a red rose.
Wilbur sits on his knees. It could be an art piece Tommy muses; Wilbur naked, holding out a singular red rose towards him with his love dazed look.
This… this flower he knows what it means. A red rose, love. Passion.
He sits up and tackles Wilbur down into the mattress, kissing the man hard and lovingly.
Wilbur is mindful to keep his hand with the rose extended away from their clashing bodies, despite being far too captivated with the taste of Tommy.
He opens his eyes, and straightens up without breaking the kiss, guiding them to flip positions; Tommy now under him and he delicately places the rose on the nightstand.
When he’s sure all is well, he shuts his eyes and allows his hands to explore every inch of Tommy’s body, similarly to how he did an hour ago.
They get lost in each other, both breathing heavily while they both reach their climaxes, sharing one final kiss before succumbing to their much needed sleep.
——
When Tommy wakes he misses the warmth of Wilbur’s body. He frowns remembering Wilbur had to head in early to fix a broken kiln.
Looking towards the nightstand he sees Wilbur left a note, reading it while he heads to the main area of his flat.
Be back later! Can’t wait to see you later today. Love you, Toms!
Yours, Wilbur
Tommy’s lips tug upwards, sticking the note next to the others on the fridge, and then opening it. He finds nothing appealing and turns, eyes meeting with the vase Wilbur left two days ago.
In it lies the white baby’s breath and joining it the red rose from last night. His cheeks flush at the memory.
He stares at them a little longer, but remembers he has his own job, and needs to get ready. With a sigh, he heads to the bathroom.
Later when they’re back in each other's arms again, watching one of their favorite movies, Wilbur hands him another flower paired with a long kiss.
It's a sunflower. It’s one, if not Tommy’s favorite flowers. Mainly because Wilbur tells him how much those flowers remind him of Tommy.
“Adoration,” Wilbur whispers when he pulls back, but keep their forehead touching.
Tommy stares at him, a little dumbfounded, still trying to process what happened just now. “Adoration?”
Wilbur nods, making both their heads move up and down a little. “Adoration. Loyalty. Happiness,” Wilbur lists off. “It’s what sunflowers symbolize.”
“Oh.” Is all he can bring himself to say, left speechless by Wilbur once again.
Wilbur smiles, amused by the look on his face, drawing back a little, foreheads no longer touching. “You make me really happy too, Toms. I didn’t say it back last night—”
“You said I love you though,” Tommy cuts him off, thinking Wilbur feels the slightest bit guilty about not saying he’s happy because of him.
“I know, baby. But I wanted to let you know how much you’ve changed me. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. You make life so fulfilling and so worth it.”
“You’re gonna make me cry,” He whines, shoving himself into Wilbur.
“Payback for making me cry last night,” Wilbur retorts, still his voice is void of any true annoyance.
“Dickhead,” Tommy mutters.
“I adore you,” Wilbur replies.
——
As the days pass, Wilbur hands Tommy flowers every time they go out. Tommy places each flower in the vase upon returning home.
“You’re turning my flat into a flower shop,” Tommy teases one evening, noting the colorful blooms that danced within the vase.
“Every flower holds a memory,” Wilbur replies sincerely, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “And flowers are beautiful. You deserve to have something beautiful in your life.”
However, he does notice that some of the first flowers are beginning to dwindle. Tommy frowns, wanting to keep the flowers with him and not throw them out once they’ve completely died.
They’ve become a small symbol of Wilbur’s love. A reminder, even though Wilbur always says I love you to him. It’s a piece of Wilbur he doesn’t want to forget.
After some quick research he finds out he can preserve them. Without a second thought he grabs his keys and wallet, heading to the store to grab all the materials he needs.
That’s how Wilbur finds him, gently pressing the flowers into a scrapbook he bought. With each flower embedded into the paper he writes about the moment in which he received them.
Arms circle around his waist, a face smushed into the side of his neck. He cranes his head to the side giving Wilbur a kiss on his head, turning his attention to his boyfriend. “How was work?”
“Good,” Wilbur mumbles, the movement of his lips tickling Tommy a little. “No accidents today, thankfully.”
“That’s good.”
Wilbur finally detaches himself, eyes peering over to see what Tommy is doing. The corners of his mouth quirk up when he realizes. “You’re sweet.”
The brunette cradles his face with one hand, bringing his other, that was hiding behind his back and is greeted with a flower being gently tucked behind his ear. “It’s a hibiscus,” Wilbur informs him.
A short kiss is placed on his nose, and then to both his cheeks. At this point he’s bright red, but Wilbur doesn’t tease him. A final, longer one, is pressed to his lips, slow yet fervent, leaving a flutter in his stomach.
He grasps Wilbur’s forearm, to balance himself from the dizziness he feels with every second their lips stay connected. Tommy grows increasingly more desperate for more, trying to convey his intentions by standing from the stool and grinding against Wilbur.
“Wil,” His voice comes out almost anguished, as if not being able to have Wilbur as quickly as possible will kill him.
Wilbur shushes him, they’re lips connecting and disconnecting with every word that comes out of each other's mouth. “I know, baby. I know. I’ll take care of you.”
And Wilbur does, guiding them to the bedroom and taking off every piece of clothing Tommy has on with such care.
He kisses every piece of Tommy’s body, admiring his beauty for what it is. Wilbur takes his time, wanting to show how much he loves this boy underneath him.
Tommy looks like a deity. The only thing on him being the white carnation he gifted him. Perhaps an angel, with the way the sun shines on Tommy’s blond hair.
One thing he knows for certain is that Tommy is his just as much as he’s Tommy’s.
Wilbur grabs the lube, coating his fingers with it and presses a finger into Tommy’s hole, watching in amazement at the way Tommy’s body reacts.
He can’t wait to see himself inside of his gorgeous boy. So sweet and pure.
“Wilbur, please hurry,” Tommy begs, and how cute he sounds when he does, Wilbur thinks to himself, adding another finger, and thrusting them in and out before scissoring Tommy open.
Tommy not needing much prepping, Wilbur quickly lugs himself up, Tommy’s bright blue eyes watching as he jerks himself. He leans down, face hovering over Tommy’s, supporting himself with one hand, and with the other pressing his dick into Tommy.
He watches every single movement Tommy makes, from the way he grips his wrist, and his mouth slightly parts, to his eyes squeezing shut the more he pushes in.
Wilbur drops his head lower, and brings their lips together, letting his tongue slip in and lick into Tommy’s mouth. While Tommy is distracted, he slams into, Tommy moaning beautifully into his mouth.
Tommy is addicting in every way. Wilbur easily loses himself in all of Tommy. The slap of skin every time Wilbur plunges in resounds from their room. Their lips struggle to stay connected because of it, but Tommy wraps himself around him, the heels of feet digging into Wilbur’s back.
“Oh god! Fuck, Wilby, keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” It’s all Wilbur hears being moaned into his ear and it’s like music, knowing he’s making Tommy feel good.
“You feel so good, darling. So good,” He groans, making his hips go faster. Tommy keens, arms and legs wrapping tighter around him.
Tommy doesn’t last much longer, coming with a loud yell of Wilbur’s name, painting both his and Wilbur’s chest white.
Wilbur almost stops to not overstimulate him, but Tommy demands for him to use him to get off, and Wilbur is not one to pass on such a erotic temptation.
——
Months go by and the flowers still continue, not that he’s complaining. Since then Tommy has found other ways to preserve flowers. They decorate the walls of his new home.
Wilbur and him had been in the talks about finally moving in together and they decided why not buy a house together. That’s exactly what they did and the first thing Tommy did was hand the picture frame that he put flowers in after he ran out of space in his scrapbook.
It was a surprise for him, though. The house Tommy wanted and put an offer on was rejected by the sellers, but Wilbur somehow managed to still get it. How? Tommy doesn’t know. Wilbur had forced him to wear a blindfold, to which Tommy joked if they were trying something new in bed. Wilbur playfully slapped him for that, but it was worth it to see the blush on the brunette’s face.
When Wilbur allowed him to take off the blindfold they were standing in front of the house he fell in love with, Wilbur telling him they got it. He had turned around to hug and kiss the life out of Wilbur, but was met with the man on one knee, holding a ring box and a heliotrope.
Tommy felt all kinds of emotions running through him, but the one that stood out the most was love. He didn’t even let Wilbur get through whatever speech he had planned when he was already shouting yes over and over again.
He was crying, tears of joy as he kissed Wilbur repeatedly. Surely, he looked like a mess but so did Wilbur. Said man shakily put the ring on him and gathered him in a tight hug.
“You’re everything to me, sunshine. Thank you. I’ll love you for an eternity and more. I’m yours, angel. Yours.”
“Is that what the flower means?”
Wilbur nods, sniffling a little. “Yeah. Eternal love and devotion.”
A shaky breath escapes him. He feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest at any moment. He is overwhelmed with emotion.
And when he writes about the heliotrope flower and how he received it, he can’t begin to explain that moment with his now fiancé.
Fiancé.